POEM
 I hope my children look back on today,
 And see parents who had time to play.
 There will be years for cleaning and cooking,
 But children grow up while we're not looking.
 Dusting and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
 For babies grow fast we learn to our sorrow.
 So quiet down cobwebs, and dust go to sleep,
 I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.

Anonymous.

----- Original Message -----
From: Phyllis Adamson <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, 5 September 1999 4:27 PM
Subject: [LACTNET] looking for referral to poem


> I've checked the archives without success.  There is a wonderful poem I
> first read as an LLLLeader.  The theme and final line was close to this:
> "....and cobwebs go to sleep.  I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't
keep."
> It's what we brought out sometimes when new moms complained about not
> getting their household chores done because the baby needed so much time
and
> attention.
> Thanks.
>
> Phyllis Adamson, BA, IBCLC
> Private Practice - Glendale, AZ
> [log in to unmask]
>
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