Sunday, August 17, 2008

Quite possibly my favorite poem!

Cleaning and Scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
For Babies Grow up we've learned to our sorrow

So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep

-author unknown



2 comments:

Hannah Jones said...

I love that poem! And the pic of you and Kara is priceless! That's got to go in a frame!

Burrows: places of retreat; shelter or refuge. said...

That is such a cute picture of you two girls!