| A Mother's Poem that is a Scrapbooker's Dream
We posted a portion of this poem in the March edition of The JANGLE Angle and Juli was kind enough to send us the entire poem for any mother's scrapbook page. Juli says, "Cleaning and scrubbing is actually only one stanza of a poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton called Song for a Fifth Child (1958). She (Hamilton) wrote it for her daughter-in-law. The entire poem is a scrapbooker's dream." Song for a Fifth Child alberghi a BirminghamMother; 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
Funchal hotel rooms (Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting, and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew...
And out in the yard there's a hullaballoo.
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
alberghi b&b Sinaia Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.)
Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait 'til 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. |
