I remember I first saw this poem at the Early Childhood Health Centre and really loved it. I have tried to find out who the author is (so if anyone knows I would be really grateful if you could let me know). I know that I found it very useful especially in the first few weeks/months …
look back on today and see parents who had time to play There will be years for cleaning and cooking But children grow up While we are not looking
Dusting and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow for babies grow fast we learn to our sorrow So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
Cute smiling baby boy lying on bed under white blanket
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I just stumbled across your site looking for a picture to go with this poem. Your pic is gorgeous. I just found the entire poem and copied it, so here it is…Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your clothEmpty 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, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).Dishes are waiting and bills are past due(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).The shopping is not done and there's nothing for stewAnd out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?(lullaby, rock-a-bye, 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.Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958
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This is a beautiful poem. Thanks so much for sharing.
I just stumbled across your site looking for a picture to go with this poem. Your pic is gorgeous. I just found the entire poem and copied it, so here it is…Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your clothEmpty 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, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).Dishes are waiting and bills are past due(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).The shopping is not done and there's nothing for stewAnd out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?(lullaby, rock-a-bye, 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.Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958