Thursday, January 20, 2011

Close to My Heart...

I ran across this poem on a fellow blogger's blog today and of course started crying as I sit rocking my sick babe and looking at the piles of unfolded laundry, stacked dirty dishes and cobwebs hanging on my wall.

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, rockabye, 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 and dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

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