The Johnston Family Blog

Happenings and musings from the Johnston family

Friday, April 16, 2010

Lullaby, Rockabye, Lullaby Loo

I read this poem on a blog and fell in love with it...and it is so true...babies don't keep. So I will enjoy the blissful rocking and lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo to my little Liam.

by ruth hulburt hamilton, circa 1958

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

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, rockabye, lullabye 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?
Lullabye, rockabye lullaby loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can 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 and babies don’t keep.


Adrian and Meredith said...

Wow, that one made me cry. Just thinking about how much Lyndon has changed and grown in the past 3 months is amazing. And then when I look at your older boys and think that in a few short years, he won't be a baby anymore . . .

Amen. Enjoy every moment.

Sarah said...

It made me cry too. :)