This is the story of my twin, who grew by my side and chin to chin.
I jiggled and wriggled inside mum's tum,
My twin was peaceful, the quieter one.
I couldn't wait to be set free,
but my twin had other plans, you see ...
And when I had grown big and strong, it was time for my twin to move along.
My twin whispered gently: Even though I cannot stay, I'll still be with you every day.
The time has come for me to go, but I love you more than you'll ever know.
I am the sand that tickles your toes,
and the salty tears you cry.
I am the soft curl of your hair,
and the depth of your twinkly-eyed stare.