Saturday, May 23, 2009

Babies Don't Keep

Cleaning.  Ugh.  From the time it takes to set the vacuum cleaner back in the closet to the moment I shut the dishwasher door, our house is in shambles, again.  From tiny little socks to sippy cups to talking books, I just can't keep up!  Can anyone relate?  So, when I stumbled upon this poem it put a smile on my face.  Dishes can wait, babies can't.

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.

- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton



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