Joy of motherhood entwined
Pairs of warriors even before their arrival
Twenty tiny fingers set for a tug of war
Kicking umbilical cords and sort
They cuddle close together
Fighting for space and love
But upon hearing the pregnant sound of food and breath
They settle their differences and dance around their hemispheres
Ibeji — Identical but one of a kind glorious fruits waiting for harvest time!
-Olumide
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