Poem

Late each night or should I say early each morning when I'm rocking Kenley back to sleep after nursing, my mind wanders. Usually it's making some sort of "to do" list about what I need to do the next day or things I need to tell Clay. Sometimes its just hoping that the hiccups don't show up and that all the milk stays down. Over the past few nights, portions of a poem that my mom had keep running through my head. I think she had it one some needlepoint thing that hung somewhere in our house (my room I suppose) but I couldn't think of the first part of the poem...only the end... So, thanks to the wonderful world wide web I have found the poem (or one really close to it.) There are several different versions but this one portrays the last two lines I kept repeating... helps me keep a different focus late at night for what really matters.

"Babies Don't Keep"

I hope that my child, looking back on today
Will remember a mother who had time to play;
Because children grow up while you're not looking,
There are years ahead for cleaning and cooking.
So, quiet now cobwebs, dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.