Friday, May 29, 2009

Something to keep in mind

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,
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.



2 comments:

  1. That is just abosoulutely precious, Love the poem, and love the picture.

    Thanks for sharing :)

    Blessings,
    Christy

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  2. Amen!!:) can i post this possibly too? thanks for showing your updates. I am glad you all have been having fun. Thank you for bravely sticking up for our rights. Bless you.
    Jessica
    oh and i used to make butter but thank you for inspiring me again. I wish i had raw cows milk!!!

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