So I had to write a poem about twins...

Bellwork for today's Creative Writing was about twins... and, being a twin, felt the need to write a poem about it.  I don't have to answer the prompts I give my students, but even more than usual, this time I couldn't help myself.  I decided to go the "spatial" route instead of trying to make a rhyme about twinness.  Is that a word... if not, it should be.  So, here is my poem which I dedicate to my older (by two minutes) sister Heather.

     She will not know
 what loneliness is. She
Came
From
 The same exact place

    Just two minutes later

          And

           Thus

         S h e

 Must share. But what

     Else can she do?

Does she really want to

Forever be looking at a

Mirror

Image

When

She’s

W it h

T h e

O n e

Who  shares  her  face,

Her voice, and her DNA?

       Sisters.  Identical,

   Yet uniquely individual.

D o

They

Wear the same clothes?

     Get the same haircut?

           O r

Does

        Each

 Live the life she wants?

     Go her own way?

“To  thine own self  be true,”

Wrote the Bard, but he also

 Wrote

  A  lot

  About

  Twins,

  Maybe

 ‘Cause

 He had

 A pair

 Of ‘em

So maybe  she  can be true

To her ownself while at the

Same

Time

Being true to the

Strange fact that

Another

H A S

Been

Charged with the same duty:

Love your sister as yourself.

Therefore the second,

Not to merely copy the first,

Lives her own life so

That she can uphold

The real    honor of being

Part of a matched set of

Girls          who

Share more

Than  just the

Same    birthday;

They                share a life

Split--  not diminished.