Where is the Crafter, Whose Blog So Neglected?

Where has the time gone!! It seems like just yesterday I was waiting for Claire’s arrival and now she’s been here for over three weeks!! To tell you the truth, I knew that my time would be allocated drastically different, but I had expected to find SOME time to craft…nope, not yet!

There are those few times when she’s sleeping and I could probably slip away and create something, but every time that happens, there’s a line from a poem I once heard that always goes through my head and I end up sitting in a comfy chair in my living room, cuddling my warm, sweet baby.

The poem is “Babies Don’t Keep” by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton:

Mother, O’ Mother, come shake out your cloth,

Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.

Hang out the washing, make up the bed,

Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?

She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as 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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?

Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,

But 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.

~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

So, readers, I’m really sorry my blog has been quiet, but if you’re every wondering where is the crafter, whose blog so neglected, just remember “I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep!”

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