Their homes were many miles to chart
Four babies born just days apart
Two boys, two girls, four hearts

The month was may of 55
Oh how the mothers must of cried
When only two babies would survive

Life went on the years flew by
Seasons of laughter seasons to cry
Who could of known the master plan
To be complete this woman this man

On line so many meet this way
He slowly stole her heart that day
They both agreed its time to see
If im for you and youre for me

Torn between her love for him
His love for her their love for them
I miss so many so many things
Who knows what tomorrow will bring

Maybe love maybe spring come first of may

Sonja Kuehnle