Song For The Fifth Child (although we are done at 3!)

Someone posted this on the bulletin board at school.  It makes me smile, and cry.  Expecially now since my girls are playing with me, and the dinner dishes sit there unwashed. 

Song For The Fifth Child

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 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,
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...

by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton, in Lady's Home Journal. 1958.


Mommy Moment said…
You just made me cry. Really.

This is so true.

Wow... I did get teary! I loved the last few lines so much that i have added them to my blog sidebar. Thanks for posting this.
This is especially touching today because we had a hard day in which I felt so disconnected from my littles because of all the running to and fro we did in the car.

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