Sunday, July 12, 2009

So much lost time....

Song for a Fifth Child

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty 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, rockaby, lullaby 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?
(Lullaby, rockaby, 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.

I love this poem. I read it first on Holly Doodle Designs blog and I had to share it. It made me sad as my youngest child will be starting school in September and it feels like the last two years have been spent adjusting to our new lives and some how she just grew up.

Yes, that makes me very sad indeed.


  1. They do! It goes so quickly. And, I heard that over and over when my son was young and I was struggling to do it "all". And, now it is "all" done!

    The good news...they become wonderful wonderful adults that just amaze you all the time.

    Enjoy now and remember that each time has its precious moments.

  2. That's so sweet - almost brought a tear to my eye. I can't believe that all of our babies will be at school in September :-(