Kenzie and Ava

One has a sleeping bag One a knit hat in pink with a pearly heart button at that One loves her poetry One loves to sing She hums with maturity whispered age brings Both love to dance (they sure do love to dance) They hold hands in waltzes and butterfly prance They twirl with no music and laugh twinkle eyes They tumble in heaps of their sweetness surprise Both are identical Both are unique Both hold my heart trapped in moments they keep One has dark curly hair One in straight blond Plastic barrettes to the ball and beyond One loves her somersaults One loves her art Both love each other and never will part...