BABIES DON’T KEEP!
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
I LOVE this!! <3 Yes! I could do better at this for sure.
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