We can’t deny the ties that bind, by birth divinely outlined,
Traits so easy to see keep Momma and Daddy on our minds;
A love story from the start, two daring to share their hearts.
Proof is found in familiar traces in three now grown-up faces.
Two girls with a boy in the middle mirror their love more than a little
In noses, eyes and easy grins, in coping with life’s losses and wins.
There are differences from these two mates
In colors and heights and changing weights,
But mixed and mingled by the hand of fate
Are their habits and hands, their loves and hates.
It doesn’t seem we talk enough.
Busy lives make getting together tough.
One fact to be proud of – we know we were truly loved.