Poem

Saw this poem on another blog and love it. I can get caught up in trying to keep the house, cook the meals, etc...but this is a good reminder about what's really important. Don't know why I'm so sentimental lately. Maybe it's because ABBY IS GOING TO KINDERGARTEN.


Babies Don't Keep by Ruth 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,
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
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, rockaby lullabye loo.

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.