To lose a spouse is a tragedy, to lose a child perhaps the greatest tragedy most of us could imagine; but everyone had an identity before becoming a spouse or a parent. A twin is never anything but a twin until separation by death, and there is no way of untwining except by death. In the most intimate of bereavements, the surviving twin finds the foundation of his or her own identity undermined because twinhood bestows the singular oddity of a plural identity. Firstly, we would like to say how deeply sorry we are for the loss you have suffered, the loss of a precious companion and wombmate. Your loss may have been recently, or some time may have passed since the loss of your twin.
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40 Happy Birthday Twins Wishes and Quotes
Birthday Wishes for Twins– Happy Birthday Wishes and Birthday Quotes
Twins are wonderful subject for a poem. We find twins a popular theme in mythology , literature , and film. We think there is plenty of room here for lyrics about lookalikes, quatrains about clones, and musing about matches. Foregoing rhyme or meter, we present for you three free verse poems. Our first poem is about the duality of loss and recovery. Our second poem presents a shadowy tale of correspondence. Finally, our third poem drips into the spookiness of symmetry.
The Twins - Poem by Henry Sambrooke Leigh
Prev Poem. Next Poem. December 4th was our birthday, til it was taken away that morning you passed, my sissy. Three years have passed since, and it's the day you died, our birthday. I try so hard to remember the
In form and feature, face and limb, I grew so like my brother, That folks got taking me for him, And each for one another. It puzzled all our kith and kin, It reached a fearful pitch; For one of us was born a twin, Yet not a soul knew which. One day, to make the matter worse, Before our names were fixed, As we were being washed by nurse, We got completely mixed; And thus, you see, by fate's decree, Or rather nurse's whim, My brother John got christened me, And I got christened him. This fatal likeness even dogged My footsteps when at school, And I was always getting flogged, For John turned out a fool.