As a type A personality with a list as long as my arm on any given day I'm reminded that my children are growing up all to quickly before my very eyes. I want to make the most of each moment, create memories to last a lifetime, and inpress on their hearts the things that are most important. To love the Lord, love eachother, and Give much. I found one of my all time favorite poems online, I'll share it here. I had no idea it was titled "Song For a Fifth Child".
Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
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.
Happy Mother's Day!!
2 comments:
Love the poem!
Mother's day can be so bittersweet! Full of hope and joy, mingled with sadness and loss. You are leaving the very legacy you long to--you're a great mom!!
LOVE the poem! Haven't done much rockin' lately, but I bet I will again soon...: )
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