Two babies carried to term
Two babies in my arms to squirm
Two mouths to feed
Two ******* that bleed
Two identical faces
Two cots as resting places
Two months have gone by
Two babies that hardly cry
Two smiles are just forming
Two pairs of eyes that look like they storming
Two months have passed again
Two weeks followed them
One baby only
One baby lost and the other now lonely
One baby in my arms to squirm
One mouth to feed
One ****** that bleed
One face
One cot as a resting place
One casket lowered into a grave
One baby that wont stop crying
One baby that just stopped smiling
One pair of eyes that look forlorn
One baby I have left, who will always feel torn