Babies Don't Keep
When I was a baby, my Grammy shared this poem with my Mom. Now my Mom has shared it with me. I say this poem to myself everyday- especially when I get a little behind in my housework.
Cleaning and cooking can wait 'til tomorrow,
For babies grow up as we've learned to our sorrow.
So, quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
For I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
For babies grow up as we've learned to our sorrow.
So, quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
For I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
1 comment:
well you know me very well. cry i did.she is simply beautiful again. thanks for the help. I will be checking back often. Love you
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