Saturday, April 7, 2012

Song For a Fifth Child

Came across this little gem of a poem today. I think it's in my top favorites seeing as how anything related to motherhood and children makes me feel super sentimental.

          Song For a Fifth Child
          by 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 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.

The last four lines sum it up perfectly.


Annie said...

Do you read Nat the Fat Rat? She is the best. These posts on motherhood are great.

leilani reynolds said...

thanks annie! i just read them (thanks to you) and loved every bit of them! so sweet and so true right? being a mom, a stay at home mom too, i'm so grateful :)