Another poem I found...

The Babies
(i can only assume this one was about the twins...)

Wisps of hair,
Shining like the full moon,
On a winter's night.

Tagged bellies,
Wrinkled and brown,
Like a sun-ripened prune.

Shrieks and whines,
Unfamiliar,
Like the sound of the wolf pup's cries.

Eyes wide,
All Alert,
As if to say, Where am I?

Little lungs stretched,
Little heart beat,
Little bodies very alive.

Smells of medicines and death and birth,
Not welcome.
Smells of babies and their baby powder,
Welcome.

The realization of love for two small and immobile bodies.
A silent promise of care.
All of this from a toddler.