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.