Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Babies don't keep

Written by Shannon Leigh


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.
Babies don't keep.

Ruth Hulburt Hamilton


Victoria said...

I hadn't heard this poem until you posted it once a while back. Thanks for sharing! It is a good reminder and one that I need for sure. :)

The Wickershams said...

Love this poem. So true.