Personal Jungle Gym

The two,
Twins,
The youngest of five,
Different colored, but still the same.
They are filled with energy and love.

The girl, she never remembers my name.
She likes to squeal and scream when I arrive.
She likes to brush my hair and
Twist in round to tangle.

The boy, he knows me most of the time,
He climbs all over our laps,
His personal jungle gym,
He tells me secrets and
Kisses me on the lips.

They love their brother,
Their care giver,
The feeder, life breather,
And when he sends them to sleep
The inevitable begins again,
Our favorite time of night.

-A