Eating dinners outside on the patio on these warm nights.
Exchanging goods from our yards with neighbors.
Special, quiet times with my love, knowing that our world together will soon be changed.
Referring to our baby girl by name. (And NO we're still not telling what it is!)
The anticipation of feeling baby girl move...are those flutters really you sweet one??
Poems shared by others that speak to my heart:
Exchanging goods from our yards with neighbors.
Special, quiet times with my love, knowing that our world together will soon be changed.
Referring to our baby girl by name. (And NO we're still not telling what it is!)
The anticipation of feeling baby girl move...are those flutters really you sweet one??
Poems shared by others that speak to my heart:
Give me patience
when little hands
Tug at me with
ceaseless, small demands.
Give me gentle
words and smiling eyes,
To keep my lips
from hasty, sharp replies.
Let not fatigue,
confusion or noise
Obscure my vision
of life's fleeting joys
So when years to
come my house is still,
Beautiful
memories its rooms may fill.
~ Unknown
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Babies Don’t Keep
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?
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
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 stewDishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
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 tomorrowBut I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
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.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
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