I am running with twins
A boy and a girl
My son makes his body strong and fast
My daughter prepares the food they need to eat and grow
My son hunts to provide
And they both gather the fruit and sow the seed
My son goes to sleep
While my daughter works late weaving
She creates and sews with what he brings her
A rabbit, a fox
Or
Milk from the cow
Meat from the sow
Honey from the hive
A chest full of gold
Yes, she sows and they both reap
My son goes into the world
He barters, he trades and he bets
Their hands are pure gold
And what they make with them
Whether love or war
Will follow them
They both create
And both my babies cry
Blessed what draws their eye
I am running with twins, yes
In a world made to thrive
Yet, here I am with twins
running with them to survive
I need them to love one another
And for one to keep the other
I need one head and one heart
What she can conceive they can create
And in me a whole woman they make
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