A meeting was convened one day
In Heaven's sacred hall.
The ideal mother must be found
For twins so sweet and small. She must be patient, first of all,
And calm and kind and wise.
And capable of chasing tears
Away from little eyes.
She'd have to put her children first
And be so very smart,
With dedication and resolve,
A sweet and loving heart.
It was agreed you were the best --
No other one would do.
Yes, Heaven found the perfect one
And sent those twins to you!
©Larry Howland
