Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
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.
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
Kendall is 2 years 9 months, Leyna is 5.5 weeks, and I’ve got some floors to ignore and dishes to push aside. It’s a snow day and we’re on our way out to play!