Babies Don't Keep

I LOVE this poem!!!  This is what I was doing after baby was born this May <wink>  It's a good reminder...especially as I stand in awe of my young people who surround me.  We have 3 now tall as or taller than I am and they certainly grew up FAST (16, 14, 12).   Baby Levi is in my lap as I type this.  I love his snuggle, kissable, little self.  Not so long ago it seems those same almost adult dc were nestling in my arms and toddling around.  Chubby cheeks, love for momma and loving his siblings already so much!  9 months and growing...where indeed does the time go??  I kiss his little forehead and smile, loving every moment....God is good!  


                                                                   ~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 shiftless as Little Boy Blue

                                                                (lullaby, rock-a-bye, 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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?

                                                                (lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).

                                                               The cleaning and scrubbing

                                                                   will wait till tomorrow,

                                                                   for 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......

      

                                                                  ~Author Unknown ~