Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Children Live Here (a poem)

I wrote this this morning while I was lying in bed, trying to decide if I wanted more sleep or wanted to get up. It popped into my head, so my decision was made for me by my muse--get up and write!



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Children Live Here

When we welcome you here today
We hope that you enjoy your stay
But one thing we ask you hold dear
Please remember: children live here

There are toys on the floor
Some marks on the door
Clothes scattered in the hall
And marker on the wall
We'll repaint it someday
But we have no time today

There are things in the sink
A Barbie skating rink
This stuff doesn't bother us
And real friends don't raise a fuss
They know the reason is clear
Yes, they know children live here

Instead of cleaning the wall
We went out and learned about Fall
In lieu of the porch being swept
I held the baby who slept
Those clothes were for dress up
While I cleaned a bigger mess up
And the noise tells everyone near
There's no doubt children live here

The happy laughter means more
Than seeing all of the floor
And please respect those kids
For this home is hers and his
We hold our family dear
And you knew children live here.


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Since I've been asked many times for permission to print this--anyone may print and share this as they like as long as they give proper credit to me :) My pseudonym is H.S. Hines or H.S. Kallinger for author credit.

12 comments:

  1. Awesome!! I love it. Have you read this? It was my favorite after I had my daughter.

    Babies Don’t Keep
    by Ruth Hulburt 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,
    Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye 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?
    Lullabye, rockaby lullabye 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.

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  2. This is wonderful. Can I have your permission to copy it and frame it for a gift?

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  3. What a beautiful poem! This part especially: "Instead of cleaning the wall
    We went out and learned about Fall
    In lieu of the porch being swept
    I held the baby who slept"

    made me weepy. Thank you for sharing!!

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  4. MAH--Why yes, you may. My pen name is H.S. Hines to properly credit it :)

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  5. Thank you, Taylor! And yes, I've seen it--that was undoubtedly part of my inspiration in my half-asleep state ;)

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  6. MAH that's so sweet! Take a picture and link it here once you do it!

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  7. Love this poem! It really puts thing in perspective. I have a hard time when things don't get done but then I remember I am doing SO much more by spending time with my little girl.

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  8. This is such a wonderful, beautiful written reminder, and so timely! Thank you for sharing it!

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  9. As a mommy of 6 children under 8 I appreciate this line Those clothes were for dress up
    While I cleaned a bigger mess up
    And the noise tells everyone near
    There's no doubt children live here!
    so so true!!

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