Twice Blessed

Two faces to wash
And four dirty hands;
Two insistent voices
Making demands.
Twice as much crying
When things go wrong;
Then four eyes closing
With slumber song.
Twice as many garments
Blowing on the line.
Two cherubs in the go cart,
Soaking up sunshine.
Work I do for twins
Naturally comes double,
But four arms to hug me
Repay all my trouble.
Azalete Bolger Wells