Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

1 comment:

Tim, Kristen & Megan said...

I love that little poem! Sure does help remind you to treasure the times you have with your kids....make the most of them!