Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Just a little word of encouragement
 to all the mothers and grandmothers
 who may be stressed
 with the everyday grind of life.
  Some things are urgent--
but some things are

 Clip Art Image: A Mother Wearing an Orange Robe Rocking Her Newborn In a Rocking Chair
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,
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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby 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.
~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton




How wonderful!! I need to remember this!


I love this, thank you for sharing.


good blog post. make time or it will fly by.
i love the poem.


Thanks...I needed that! I was praying about this while I was walking this morning.

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