Thanks cousin Ali for the inspiration.
Maybe you've heard this poem before... Maybe you haven't. Well, I just love it! I'm posting it more for me than for anyone else... And, just for good measure, here are a couple of pictures to fit the occasion. Aly took this one of Josy and Charlie, and its one of my all-time favorite Aly pictures.
This is also one of my favorites - EVER. On Grandma Margarette's Porch. Easter Sunday 1985. Leah, Pa, and Joel Jr. (Somebody please tell me for sure what year it is - I can't figure out if Joel is 4 months or 16 months - To me, he looks about 10 months, so I'm very confused!)
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.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton