Monday, June 4, 2007

Babies Don't Keep

I originally posted this on March 3, 2007 but I needed to be reminded, so I am posting it again.

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.

9 comments:

JenLo said...

I had that poem hanging in my bedroom until just a year ago or so!

Becky said...

Those are the sweetest pictures. And I totally agree with your poetry/philosophy. God bless!

Laura said...

Yes, yes, yes!

(I suppose I shouldn't quote this as a reason to ignore the dust that's beginning to start forming a small civilization in our bedroom, right?)

(smirk)

my4kids said...

Yes this is a great poem. I still use it because kids are kids forever....they turn into teens and don't want to do stuff with mom anymore.....

org junkie said...

Oh how true that is. I am relishing the time I have with my youngest as he will most likely be my last. He is my third and I have learned the hard way just how fast time flies.

Thanks so much for stopping by today!
Laura

Anonymous said...

Children grow up so fast. Before you know it, they are graduating from college and getting married and you wonder where the years went. I wish I had let a few more cobwebs form and dust settle.

Jenn in Holland said...

Indeed, they just don't keep!

Lovely moments with your babe.
Treasure every one.

ComfyDenim said...

AWWWWWwwww
*Sniff*
It's so true...My #2 child is turning 7. *Sniff*

it's me, Val said...

That is the sweetest. I love it. Thanks for sharing it.