Wise Words

I've heard this poem several times before, but was reminded of it tonight while reading a blog I frequently read. I LOVE this poem and what it means.

My mom bought me an antique plate recently that was along the same lines - only much simpler...it says "My house is clean enough to be healthy, but dirty enough to be happy". That really does sum up my house!

If your a mommy, soon to be mommy, or hope to be a mommy one day, read this poem and heed it's wisdom!

Song for a Fifth Child.

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

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.

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.

By: Ruth Hulburt Hamilton