Family! 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 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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don't keep.


Credits:
Poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Found on www.lullaby-link.com/song-for-a-fifth-child.html

Family! Excuse This House

Some houses try to hide the fact 

That children shelter there,
Ours boasts it quite openly,
The signs are everywhere.

For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges are on the doors
I should apologize, I guess
For toys strewn on the floor.

But I sat down with my child
And we played and laughed and read
And if the doorbell doesn’t shine,
His eyes will shine instead.

For when at times I’m forced to choose
The one job or the other,
I’d like to cook and clean and scrub,
But first I’ll be a mother.

~ Author Unknown


Credits: Poem found on www.dennydavis.net

Family! Little Fellow

There are little eyes upon you,

And they're watching night and day;

There are little ears that quickly take in

Every word you say.

There are little hands all eager

To do every thing you do,

And a little boy who's dreaming

Of the day he'll be like you.

You're the little fellow's idol.

You're the wisest of the wise;

In his little mind about you

No suspicions ever rise.

There's a wide-eyed little fellow

Who believes you're always right;

And his ears are always open

As he watches day and night.

You are setting an example

Every day in all you do

For a little boy who's waiting

To grow up to be like you.

Credits:

Poem by Shirley Mitton

Photo by Christina Callanan-Attebery