Sweet little Poem

Daily I look at my sweet little girl, and am astounded how quickly time flies. When did she lose her little baby look, and become a little girl? When did she start talking to much, and become so independent? With a second baby coming, I want to slow time down and just enjoy every second. I forget to spend precious second with her as I have so much to do in preparation of Levi coming, or guests coming, or just keeping up our house... and I saw this poem on my friend's status on her facebook page... and I took it as a little reminder that... every once in a while I need to just sit down and enjoy the precious gift of a child that God has given me. I still need to keep up my home, and get things done, but remember to enjoy my sweet baby before she moves out and goes to college! :) Here's the poem:

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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, 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