Our precious boys...

Our precious boys...

Thursday, March 8, 2012

DOUBLE TROUBLE?



"Double trouble" they say with glee,
"Oh what a nightmare", "rather you than me!"
With a deep breath I smile (through gritted teeth) and listen oh so politely,
to how so-and-so's cousin's wife had twins, and how they do so pity me!
My twins may not be angels, my life may sometimes be hard,
But really it's me who should pity you, for being so hard of heart.
For how can you look at those rosy cheeks, those eyes with cheeky gleam,
And see therein a nightmare, and not a wondrous dream.
For if one child's a miracle; a blessing, a gift, a joy,
Then surely two's doubly blessed, yes - even if they're both boys!
I really am so lucky, precious firsts -- I see them twice,
And triplet parents are luckier -- they get to see them thrice!
Yes, my hands are well and truly full, but with cuddly balls of fun,
Who will always have a friend with whom to laugh and skip and run.
My heart is overflowing even when my patience wears thin,
And I thank my lucky stars each day that I have my precious twins.