Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Mother Poem

My mother-in-law has the last line of this poem on a plaque on a wall in her home and the last time I was there she mentioned it. I believe her own mother had given her the plaque. Anyway I didn't realize that it is actually a whole poem and so true to boot! I can hold my precious all day and cuddle and play and not realize that the whole day has gone by!


Babies Don't Keep by Ruth Hamilton

Mother, oh 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 a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).

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?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For 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.

2 comments:

  1. I'm gonna copy this and do something creative with it. . . a wall hanging of some sort, maybe. I love it!! Do you know who the author is?

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