BEING TWINS
By Judy Haughton-James
Being born one of identical twins,
Oh, so much it means.
Years of joy untold for sure,
If we just could have had more.
We took pride in being alike,
Made sure that no one lost sight.
Togetherness that was our might,
Kept our future bright alright.
What better friend to have had,
To be with me whether happy or sad.
Stood beside me when others made me mad,
Shared in everything that made me glad.
Someone who could finish my sentence,
Understand what I meant even if it did not make sense.
Sometimes uttered statements in unison,
Much to the amazement of many a person.
A ready mate in times of recreation,
No better confidant or companion.
Always present to share hobbies and interests,
Even both becoming Freelance Journalists.
Special holidays had so much meaning,
I realize it more now that my twin is missing.
To be without my twin is hard to bear,
And to think that from now on it will be so from year to year.
4 comments:
Your blog has heart.. one of the most interesting I have come across in a long time. I am sorry for your loss, but happy you have such a wonderful outlet for sharing your sister's life.
Thank you very much Ashley. Having this Blog has been therapeutic for me. Take care and all the best to you.
This is a beautiful poem and a beautiful tribute to your love Judy, to your sister and the memories that will always remain.
Thanks MarieHarmony! Thanks for your kind comments. I never ever thought I could even attempt a poem. I read a book about 'Twin Loss' and the author suggested writing poems about one's departed twin so I gave it a try. Relatives and friends said it certainly summed up the lives that Janine and I lived as twins. Take care and my best wishes to you.
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