Mother’s Day

by Rumour Miller on May 8, 2011

Pin It

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 a 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,

for children grow up, 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 Hulburt Hamilton




*Or, also, outside blissfully playing.

I will often leave the dishes in the sink or the toys on the floor to do something with the Divas.  I just don’t do this often enough.  There is always something tugging at my time but nothing more important than the 5-year-old who wants me to play cards, or the (almost) 3-year-old who wants me to push her on the swing, or the 1-year-old that is tugging at my pant legs wanting to be held.  These 3 girls are my greatest accomplishments and my most challenging and important work to be done.  It is because of them that I get to play the most important role of my life, Mother.

To all my friends, Happy Mother’s Day.  To my friends who have not yet been blessed with children, I pray that your time comes soon.  To my friends, and especially to my Sister, with forever babies – Happy Mother’s Day to you.  To my own Mother, who let the dishes sit and dust bunnies collect so that she could spend her time with my Sister and I, Happy Mother’s Day.


Follow Me on Pinterest

Previous post:

Next post: