Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,
For babies 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.
For babies 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.
--Author Unknown
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6 comments:
Love it Kelli! And can I just say that is a darling picture of the 3 of you? Sure love ya!
I love that! Granny cross stitched that for me a few years back and it hangs above the rocking chair in Sam's room!
You are such a good mom, your house must be really messy:)
Such an incredibly sweet poem!
So simple, yet so true. I love it!
Thanks for stopping by.
I love that poem...those words are so true!
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