Babies Don't Keep

I had to share this poem I recently heard and just love. It totally sums up how I feel right now (and yes, I totally cried when I read it). With this baby I'm not worried about spoiling him by holding him too much or any of the other nonsense I heard when I had Kelsie. I hold him every chance I get and I find myself just wanting to savor every little moment with him. I've never been so unproductive in my life and for once I don't feel guilty about it.

I read that this poem was written by a mother about her 5th child and I thought that made it even more meaningful.

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Babies Don’t Keep

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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,

Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due

Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

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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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?

Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

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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.