What us children know
Posted in Children on August 21st, 2008
Children know laughter,
They know tears,
Children know peace,
They know chaos.
Children know acceptance,
They know rejection,
Children know joy,
They know pain.
Children know abundance,
They know lack,
Children know health,
They know illness.
Children know fulfillment,
They know emptiness,
Children know hope,
They know dismay.
Children know love,
They know hatred.
What they don’t know is WHY!
This poem was written/submitted by Faith Deskins.
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August 15th, 2009 at 4:18 am
I AM LOOKING FOR A POEM ABOUT A BABY. IT GO SOMETHINGLIKE THIS. COBWEB GO TO SLEEP IM ROCKING MY BABY AND BABYS DONT KEEP.I HAVE LOOKED ALL OVER AND NO LUCK. IF YOU COULD HELP ME FIND IT I BE SO GREATFUL.
April 17th, 2010 at 6:47 pm
i also remember this poem and have been trying to find it another line” so dust settle down,cobwebs go to sleep im rocking my baby and babys dont keep.
May 20th, 2010 at 12:05 am
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).
The shopping is not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.
But I’m playing “Kanga” and this is my “Roo.”
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For 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 Hulburt Hamilton, 1958