Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Song for a Fifth Child

Dave said that my love for this poem fanned my desire to have a fifth baby. How rediculous...that's absurd...well...maybe... (pictures of MY beautiful fifth child from Kim Ross Photography)

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.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton


  1. Very sweet! (the pictures that is LOL) She took our pics in October and we just love them!

  2. Okay, the poem (along with the beautiful pictures) brought tears to my eyes. I've only heard the last four lines, so thanks for sharing the whole poem.