Babies Don’t Keep

Cleaning and scrubbing
Can wait till tomorrow,

For babies grow up
We’ve learned to our sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs,
Dust go to sleep,

I’m rocking my baby,
And babies don’t keep.

Someone gave me this poem when my first child was born, and it’s always stuck in my mind. I do like it when my home is clean and tidy, however it doesn’t always turn out that way….
There are more important things than a gleaming home and the ironing all put away.