(I changed a few words.)
My name is Makenna and I have two sisters
Each one looks just like the other
They are twins that is true
But each of them is my twin too.
How is that you ask of me?
Because we’re triplets (that means 3)
Triplets are 3 babies that are born together
Sharing a birthday, and more, forever.
We shared a crib when we were tiny.
We shared the pants that covered our hineys.
We shared our socks, sometimes our shoes,
We shared mommy’s lap and dad’s lap too!
We share our flu, our colds and such.
Mom doesn't like that very much.
We share our fun, we share our toys
We share our sad and we share our joys
Being a triplet is sometimes tough
Sometimes my sisters are just too rough
They break my dolls and that makes me sad
They pull my hair and that makes me mad
And if you ask them they will say
I’m bossy and mean to them every day.
And sometimes we aren’t in the mood to share
We fight and wish the other two weren’t there.
But I love my sisterrs and they love me
We play together, as a group of three
We ride bikes, and we play ball
We jump on the trampoline till we fall.
We laugh, we sing, we pile on Dad,
We blame each other when we are bad
When we get older we know we’ll be
Forever friends this group of three.
by Ruth Koontz (adjusted)
Thanks to another triplet mom!