Friday, April 9, 2010

Cobwebs and Babies

This is one of my favorite poems to share with moms. I heard it read at a baby shower years ago and just found it on the internet a while back.

I'm not advising to not pay your bills or let things get out of hand, but, all things in moderation, because...


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, 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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?

(lullaby, rockaby, 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 ~


Elena said...

That is a beautiful poem and it is how I feel about my sweet Mary. Thank you for your comment on my Easter post. I feel the same about you that if we met in person we would hit it off right away and have many things to share and enjoy! The Lord bless you today! Love, Elena

Walking on Sunshine... said...

That is a beautiful poem and yes before you know it, they're grown and leaving the house. I took my daughter to visit a college this weekend and the memories just keep coming back to me. Where did the time go? Hope you had a nice weekend!