Monday, June 28, 2010

My Babies

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, 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).
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.


by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton






6 comments:

Diane Carter said...

Well way to make me cry. The poem and the pictures fit so sweetly and true. It was just yesterday that I was rocking YOU! Love you guys

Joann's Hall of Fame said...

Such fun pictures! This is my new goal--to play, not clean! We read stories to flowers in the front yard today.

Kaye said...

You are the best mommy in the whole world. Way to know what's important in life. Hugs!!!

Liz Hall said...

That post is precious! You are a good Mommy!

Rachel said...

I can't believe that Luci is over 2 years old! She just has such a cute baby-face. What adorable pictures.

Unknown said...

cute babies.