For some reason earlier this week, I had the overwhelming urge to pick up where my GCSE English left off and write a poem! I was inspired after sending a well-known twin poem to an old schoolfriend who recently had twin girls herself and decided to have a go at my own.
After umming and ahhing for a while, I decided to share the results of my efforts in an online group of fellow multiple mums and cringed with embarassment as I re-read it to myself!
Rather amazingly, it went down well, with people sharing with their friends on Facebook, and within a couple of days it started popping up all over the place!
As I keep seeing it, I thought I might as well share it myself and dedicate it to my amazing Ivy and wonderful Lily, oh and of course my old English teacher Mr Zambellas!! ;op
“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.
“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.
For Ivy & Lily, February 2012
