In marriage, two become one. When you are a twin, one becomes
two. This poem is about that process, and the gratefulness
I have that I share this journey with someone very special.
God did not bring me to this earth, in birth to be alone.
He sent a twin to come with me, someone to call my own.
Born together years ago, I lingered in the womb.
She kids me I was born the last, so I’d have my own room.
Who’d know that one becoming “Two” would take so very long,
And yet this journey we call life, our “Oneness” stays so strong.
As we’ve discovered our own selves; our feelings and our view,
We’ve been set free, embraced the goal – our friendship to renew.
I used to think that to be me, I had to come apart.
But what I’ve found through finding me, she’s glued right to my heart.
No problem now to let her be exactly who she is,
We don’t compete, we just complete the blessing of the twin.
So different we, and yet the same. We share a past, and so, our name.
I ask God’s best for her to send. I got the best. I got a friend.
At birth, a marvel we to all. Held in the hand, we were so small.
Now both live safely in God’s hand. The wonder’s His, the feeling’s grand.
No matter what comes up down here; what ends or what begins.
How can I lose if in my “Twin” are these small words – “To win”.