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
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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2 comments:
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. :)
Love this poem. So true.
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