I'm sure many of you already know this poem - but if you don't, hormone warning, I can't read it without crying and alternately smelling and smooching Eliot's little head! Enjoy, lovely Mamas
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.
Oh man.... you're not kidding about the hormone warning.
I was just watching my 2 yr old twins running wild in the front yard enjoying the sunshine while I was nursing the baby on the porch swing and wondering how my twins are suddenly 2 years old.... it feels like only yesterday they were 2 1/2 lb preemies....
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