Twiblets

[pomes]

In the mornings twins
Big twin one and small twin two
Rioting over the pillows
Roaring with laughter as I call you

"I'm twin one, a baby!"
The big twin rolls and shouts
And the small twin grins and burbles
Like she knows what it's about

Some days there are twiblets
And the biggest twib of all
Is almost as big as your mother
For whom all three are baby-small.