Babies don’t keep

 Song for a Fifth Child

Author:  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 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.

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    1. Thank you so much Hattie! This poem was written in 1958, a year after I was born. It wasn’t an easy time to be a mama, I guess. And babies do grow too fast, as you know by yourself…

      1. As a busy mum, it kind of pulls the heartstrings, but it’s a good reminder too. If your mum was like that, you’re lucky!

    1. Oh thank you, really appreciate! I like using the natural light. It is ok with me if there is some grain. I actually like the effect. The settings i used: exposure 1/400, f2, and iso 1250. Taken with 50 1.4. Early morning, natural light.

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