Babies don't keep

Here's a few Easter photos. We had many an egg hunt and I'm not sure how we're going to consume all the candy and purge all the plastic eggs, but it was fun. We also we able to celebrate with our new church as we've begun informal worship--exciting!



A friend of mine turned me on to this little poem which I'm thinking of affixing to my front door in the months to come for all who will enter (and believe me, as a church planter we'll host plenty):

Song for the fifth child

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 as 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.)

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don't keep.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton (First appeared, Ladies Home Journal, October 1958)