Sunday, November 16, 2008

Cobwebs

In my mom and dad's home in good old Arizona, there is a poem that has hung on the same wall for as long as I could remember. But this poem didn't really mean anything to me until I became a mother. So I wanted to share it..


Cleaning and scrubbing can wait tell tomorrow
Cause babies grow up we have learned with our sorrow
So Quite down cobwebs, Dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my babies and babies don't keep..
Author Unknown

But on busy days when I'll I see is the dirt on the floors or the dishes piled high in the sink. And all my little one want is my lap this little poem come quickly to my head. So next time you are having to choose between vacumeing the floors or holding that baby remember this. Because I don't know about you just as soon as the vacume turns off the carpet is going to get dirty again. But if you pick that baby up that moment will forever be in yours and their heart.

9 comments:

Carrie Allen said...

So sweet. Thanks Julia!!

MISS PICKLE said...

i love that poem!

Laurie said...

Well put!!

Regan said...

That's one of my favorites! (And if you came to my house right now, you could tell!)

Kaci said...

Awesome poem!

Kermit Crew said...

You're makin' me cry! I LOVE that...and I also LOVE the one that says something about..."it's not just dust, it's another way for us to write "I love you!" Have you heard that one?

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Nikki said...

I loved it.

Bonnie the Boss said...

That is a good reminder. Thanks