Two Of Everything

Here's a cute poem I found while looking at twin web sites. There was no author listed, but I've made a link to the page in order to give proper credit.

"Two Of Everything"

There's two to wash, there's two to dry;
There's two who argue, there's two who cry.
One's in the mud, having a ball,
The other holds a crayon, another marked wall.
Some days seem endless, my patience wears thin.
Oh why was I chosen to be the mother of twins?
The answer is clear at the end of the day,
As I tuck them both in and to myself say,
"There's two to kiss, there's two to hug,
And best of all, there's two to love."