Babies Don't Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
This time of life is short and it is precious. And isn't he adorable?
#Meagan
3 comments:
OH MY he's so adorable. i just LOVE him! he's such a little man. :)
The poem is so right Meagan! They change so quickly. I have told my Eric, with a tear in my eye, (Jacob and Caleb are 19 months apart) that they will leave the house for college as quickly as they came. Staying home isn't always easy, but so rewarding to see all of their first. Then, those toothless grins that cover their whole face make the tough times so much easier.
Donna
love the poem! and you are right, sister! your job right now is to nurture and feed lil Asher, everything else has to wait. you will get back to a new "normal" soon, when you will be able to care more about the state of your house. you're doing great Meagan!
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