“I’m Rocking My Baby and Babies Don’t Keep.”

Here’s a poem I read on a friends blog.  It’s a good reminder for this stage of life.


April 18 2009 077


Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
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, rockabye, 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 hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can 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 and babies don’t keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

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7 Responses to ““I’m Rocking My Baby and Babies Don’t Keep.””

  1. Laura says:

    I’ve heard this before (or parts of it) and I love it. But mostly I love that YOU love it. You’re a wonderful mommy, Erin. You’ll never regret a moment spent with your kids. I know I don’t. Even now. Love you.

  2. Amy says:

    Wow, that brought tears to my eyes when Bryce read it to me while I was playing with Sawyer. Why do they have to grow so fast?

  3. Pam Martin says:

    Love it Erin. I think that this poem kind of defines that mom rhythm we were talking about when picking the girls up at su campamento. Doesn’t look like anyone else, just your own beat. And I must say that yours is fantastic, and can only get better.

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  6. My husband’s mother gave me this poem, in a little picture frame, 28 years ago, when my first child was born. Today (thanks to Erin for posting this here) I was able to share it with a friend who has just had her fifth? child and is worried about housekeeping(thanks to facebook for giving her a way to reach out).

  7. I’d have to check with you here. Which is not something I usually do! I enjoy reading a post that will make people think. Also, thanks for allowing me to comment!

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