Mar
17
“I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo..”
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For those of you whose children are young, there is good news and bad news.
The good news is: “They won’t always be this little.”
The bad news is: “They won’t always be this little.”
When my children were little, I had a plaque on the wall to remind me of this important fact.
Here is the poem:
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulbert 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,
Lullabye, rockaby, lullabye loo.
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,
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.
Remembering with you that the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.
Thank you to Mrs. Hamilton for reminding us.
