When I was a baby, my Grammy shared this poem with my Mom. Now my Mom has shared it with me. I say this poem to myself everyday- especially when I get a little behind in my housework.
Cleaning and cooking can wait ’til tomorrow,
For babies grow up as we’ve learned to our sorrow.
So, quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I’m rocking my baby, and babies don’t keep.
pam says:
I love seeing you and Hailey!
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Danieele says:
So true! What a great little poem. Thank you so much for sharing.
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Bethany says:
My mom used to have this poem cross-stitched and hanging on the wall. Even as a little girl I LOVED it…your pictures are priceless!
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