BABIES DON’T KEEP!

 I came across this poem a while back, and I wanted to share it with you.

 BABIES DON’T KEEP!

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 as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,

 (Lullaby, rockaby, 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 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 and babies don’t keep!

~ Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

PAINTING BY MICHAEL GARMASH

 Right now I am typing this one-handed. I have a baby nestled up under my chin. This little guy loves being in my arms. He wont sleep very well anywhere else. This kind of interferes with "life".

But maybe it doesn't. Maybe this is "life". Holding my baby. Making him feel secure and safe and loved. 

Hold your babies, mamas! The big and the small. Because you will always have chores, but you wont always have them.

Lots of Love,

Lee