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Saturday, July 28, 2007

A Poem for the busy Mother

SONG FOR A FIFTH CHILD

Mother, O mother, come shake out your cloth!
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up the bed
.........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
..........(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby 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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?
..........Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.)

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don't keep.

~~~~Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

3 comments:

Swylv said...

I love the last stanza...to true...I think I'll blow it up nice and big for when FIL comes to town..my apartment is so full but his grandson will be grown and gone before we know it and he is worth much more than this apartment and it's furnishings. As long as it's healthy inside...a little clutter never killed anyone...but missing out on time with DS to focus on stuff will kill my heart one day...I choose time with DS and not time with my stuff.

runningtothecross said...

I have to agree! This is by far my favorite poem! My oldest just turned 10 and I can vividly remember the day he was born! It has happened so fast, like the blink of an eye! I can't imagine what it will be like when all of my children are grown!

Our homes will always need cleaning, but our children will not always be small!

Mama said...

so true and a grea reminder that when our lives seem chaotic it should not end our showing of love to our children!It isn't their fault!!