Of all the (sometimes weird, sometimes crazy) things I find on my site meter that has people coming to my blog... this post is the most popular. And such a perfect one... yes?
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.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
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OMGosh! I love that! I think I'm gonna try to memorize it! How bad would it be to memorize that poem and be so bad at memorizing scripture? LOL. I don't think I had read that on your other post! love it!
ReplyDeleteI love that poem! And that picture of Gray sleeping on you is priceless!
ReplyDeleteI've read this before but I think I need to print it out and hang it on the fridge!!! Love this, thanks for bringing it back!!!!
ReplyDeleteMy parents had the last verse of that poem hanging on their bedroom wall (very 70's needlepoint :) when I was growing up. I loved it and have had it memorized since I was young. I remind myself of it often. I didn't know that there was a whole poem that went before it though! Thank You!
ReplyDeleteI get some crazy things on my site meter too! Who are all of these people? And why don't they ever comment. Same people day after day..no comments. Hmmmm.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem.
Staci
Sniffle.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had seen this poem before attempting to write my own on Friday. This is just what I was trying to get at. Babies don't keep! I sure wish they would sometimes.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. I love it!
That's so lovely!
ReplyDeleteAha! So there's poetry in a dirty house after all. I knew it! ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this.
That's wonderful... such a good reminder for us all :) Thanks for sharing it. And thanks for stopping by my blog! This party stuff is fun :)
ReplyDeleteI love that poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
I LOVE that little poem!
ReplyDeleteOh, these last couple of weeks have been just blike this poem! No time even for blogging much!
ReplyDeleteThat's so sweet... And true!
ReplyDeleteMy mother in law has the last four lines of this poem embroidered and on her wall. I have always liked it. It is so sweet!
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