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  1. FOR MY SIXTH, AT TEN WEEKS

    Wednesday, 9 June 2010


    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 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).


    The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
    For 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 "Song for a Fift Child"~
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  2. 4 comments:

    1. Erin said...

      Will you please bring her to NC so I can pinch those cheeks and cuddle her? She is SO beautiful and that smile...it's perfect!

    2. gitz said...

      That child coiled not get cuter if she tried...

    3. Jen said...

      SHe is delightful, isn't she? I'm so distracted :)

    4. Shelley said...

      What a beautiful little girl you have!

      Shelley
      http://confirmtheworkofourhands.blogspot.com

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