Identical Is Not Always The Same

When having a Twin

There’s no greater sin

Than playing alone

All day.

When you’ve got a playmate

Everyday is a playdate.

Little Miss Milly

And Little Miss Tilly

Were close as close could be

They had secret words

They twittered like birds

Telling secrets only they could hear

Exactly the same in every way

They grew more identical every day

With rosy cheeks and heads full of curls

They were the most adorable girls

With big blue eyes and smiles so wide

They charmed everyone they met.

As they grew so pretty and so sweet

Many friends they would meet

But their best friend was always each other

They promised there would never be another.

But childish promises can never last

And some promises will be confined to the past

See Little Miss Milly

And Little Miss Tilly

Weren’t always so alike

Where Milly liked to play with a friend

Tilly would wish their game would end

When Milly wanted to go out to play

Inside their house Tilly would stay

Milly liked to read a princess book

Tilly wouldn’t even give it a look

The girls were not as identical as everyone thought

In fact these children often fought

Milly wanted to be wild and free

Tilly wanted Mills at her knee

Milly wanted space and room to grow

Tilly always said No, No, No!

The twins grew to resent each other

Their fighting took its toll on their poor mother

At last she decided to make a change

Their bedroom she started to rearrange

But alas it would not do

Their resentment grew and grew

Imagine seeing your face looking back

And all you wanted was to give it a smack.

Their mother decided ‘I Know! Separate rooms!’

And one night she separated the two.

Milly rejoiced so happy, so glad

But Little Miss Tilly grew angry and mad.

Each night she would sneak into Milly’s room

And beg to sleep in the same bed

But Milly would shout ‘Off with her head!

This is my room, now get out

Don’t make me angry don’t make me shout!’

So Tilly would slink back to her bed

Tears escaping from her sore head.

The two girls seem calmer away from each other

To the great relief of their poor mother.

Milly was the star student in class

Tilly seemed more fragile more made of glass

Milly was the lead on all the sports teams

Tilly wasn’t athletic as it would seem.

But identical the girls did stay

Until one awful day

Milly awoke screaming for her mum

‘Mummy there’s a pain in my tum’

Mother rushed into Milly’s room

Tilly watched from her doorway like an anxious groom

Milly Cried ‘Im dying, there blood!’

Mother hushed her from where she stood

‘My dear girl you are perfectly fine,

It just means it is your time

All women have this moment when you are no longer a child

You are growing up’ she sweetly smiled

Milly felt it in her bones just then

She was growing and becoming a lady

Milly was no longer a baby

In her gut Tilly felt acid so hot

Milly was leaving her behind to rot

From that day forth Milly was new

Tilly watched as she grew and grew

Milly grew tall

Tilly still small

Boys took notice of Mills

Nobody ever looked at Tills

Milly grew more beautiful day by day

But Tilly’s face would the same just stay

Every night she prayed before sleep

‘Please let me grow’ she would weep and weep

But the doctor called Tilly a late bloomer

He wondered if maybe she had a tumor?

Milly made new friends boys and girls alike

Tilly’s only friend was Milly’s old bike.

Into adulthood the twins did grow

Tilly’s womanhood coming on so slow

Milly was beautiful, young and admired

Tilly wished she could be so desired

But more than this, what really broke Tilly’s heart

Was the loss of her twin, they grew so apart

Tilly wondered why the Milly left her behind

Milly was never ever unkind

But Milly grew into a woman

And Tilly was stuck like a little girl

But they started off the same from day one

Tilly wondered when Milly had gone

Then the thought hit her like a hammer

They grew apart from the day they were separated

When they were together they were always celebrated

But since they had moved into a separate room

That was when Milly started to bloom

And Tilly withered like a vine and the branch

But Tilly knew she had a chance!

If she could reunited the two

Tilly would grow! She knew it was true!

So Tilly ran to tell Milly

But Milly said ‘Don’t be so silly! Im more mature and the pretty twin

In these types of siblingry one must win

And dear little Tilly so small blue

Im sorry but it would never be you

Now excuse me little one Im have to go

Im meeting my best friend at the show’

Tilly felt the punch in her heart

As if she had been stabbed with a dart

Milly had broken their solemn vow

Tilly knew what she had to do now.

Waiting till darkness when Milly came home

Tilly made sure her twin was alone

Tilly made Milly a cup of tea

Laced with Belladonna drops-just three

Milly fell asleep so deep and so sound

Tilly felt this moment was profound

Stealing into her room so dark

Using a pen Tilly made her mark

Little dots up he arms and legs

Using her thread and needle so shiny

Tilly sewed, the holes were so tiny

All night she stitched and pulled

Until at last her plan was complete

The twins were joined from shoulder to feet

Milly awoke and felt so strange

She felt as if there had been a huge change

She turned and saw Tilly so near

The pain in her body brought a tear

Tilly whispered ‘You broke your promise

You said there would never be another

I fixed it so we will grow together’

Milly Screamed

And Screamed

And screamed some more

Tilly just laughed