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Entwined

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Entwined

One was expected, but two were dispatched,
A large single egg from which two chicks were hatched.
Sharing the time between summons and here,
Together entwined; throughout intimately near.

And then a decision as to who pops out first,
Plus which way to greet life, head front or reversed.
In time came the squeeze when arrival begins,
Then with two squelchy plops: identical twins!

Soon they were thriving and growing apace,
Two unique girls but with just the one face.
Sharing a childhood, experience and love,
Its ups and its downs; its push and its shove.

Hard to distinguish and resulting confusion,
But to assume they're the same is, of course, an illusion.
They grew to be different and take their own course,
And each chosen future would the other endorse.

And yet there persists something common to their souls,
A thing quiet; implicit, which along with life rolls.
Deep sympathy, empathy: intuition of sorts,
Which together or apart each new moment escorts.

For twins share a something of which non-twins can't know,
Which becomes ever stronger over time as they grow.
A feeling of oneness; deep mutual care,
Which senses the other, even when both not there.

A cherished attachment that implicitly holds,
And relationship lifelong like no other it moulds.
A connate connection of invisible sharing,
An exquisite togetherness and mystical pairing.

Through lifetime events each forever nearby,
Companion to laugh with, share milestones and cry.
A confidant, confessor and shoulder in need,
Each a book which some chapters, just the other can read.

A saviour sororal but a semitone away,
Just one shadow they cast and same aura display.
In each other’s dreams as in life playing a part
Taking it in turns with each beat of their heart.

How strange to be consort to a whole other self,
Same age, kindred looks and experience and health.
Yet what better companion with whom to share all,
When endowed with one memory and lifetime recall.

So whenever you think no friend better could be,
Consider the twins; sense of both you and me.
A twofold enrichment of life’s meaning and worth,
And all from the marvel of a duplicate birth.

~For AB & LF~

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©2025 Chris Tetley

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