Monday, September 30, 2013

Blessings

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Song for a Fifth Child

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

8 comments:

Heather{Our Life In a Click} said...

This took my breath away! Precious!

Jane said...

So so sweet.

adventsadventures said...

What a beautiful baby!!! and of course photo! I'm a fifth child. :)

I posted a little post about my aunt and her husband on my blog today. You asked me to let you know when I did it. I tried to link up to around the world Tuesday but, I guess it's not ready yet.

Bevy @ Treasured Up and Pondered said...

Precious..
Love the poem.

Rebecca said...

So precious!

Busy Bee Suz said...

Beautiful!!!

Katherine Vargas said...

beautiful

Christina said...

Oh, how I love this poem!
And that is just one precious, sweet, as-perfect-as-can-be baby.