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Monday 23 March 2009

Adz Sleeping

Came across this beautiful poem at church. It brought a tear to the eye, as its so true!

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.

4 comments :

  1. How lovely - and true. I hope you manage to work with this philosophy :)

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  2. I do indeed, Nicky! Nothing as nice as watching her grow!

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  3. Oh dear so true - lump in my throat but what a beautiful poem.
    Youngest starts full time at school after the Easter holidays and I've been feeling that it's all gone so quickly.

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  4. What a beautiful poem Michelle! So true really..it was so apt that I came across your post just when Yu turned 4 yesterday. Time does fly!

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