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bunches of bananas: love, kids, & life with christ

   Aug 19

So true…

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.

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One Comment

  1. Hannah says:

    Hi Becca! it’s Hannah (Zimmerman)… I found you off of Robyn Buhl’s blog :) How are you? How is being a mommy of two?! This post made me smile cuz it reminds me of my mom, she had this poem up in the hallway all growing up and used to sing us part of the lullabye :) Blessings to you!

    Hugs, Hannah

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