It can all wait...

I was reminded of this poem by a friend who posted it on her facebook wall...I love it and hadn't heard it in a while. Seems like I remember my great-grandmother and my aunt saying this from time to time. Perhaps I should read it once a week...just as a reminder to slow down...

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!!