Monday, July 4, 2011

Babies Don't Keep

My Mom had this posted proudly in our home growing up and she lived by it. It's one of my favorites and I had to share.


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.