Cleaning & scrubbing · Parenting · playing · poetry · Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Babies Grow Up….Too True

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, But babies grow up, we’ve learnt to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs and dust go to sleep, I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep. The Playroom…I take the poem above seriously The above poem hung in my mother’s kitchen for over thirty years and was read… Continue reading Babies Grow Up….Too True