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 as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby, 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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.)
Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don’t keep.
My sweet friend Heather Palmquist enlisted me in a challenge of her making: to create a poem using only the song titles of my current playlist. I used my two Spotify playlists that are basically the background music while I’m working on my Young Adult novel. The music has helped propel me to a manuscript that is nearly finished – only about 4,000 words to go!
Yesterday was Easter service at my church, and instead of preaching the typical Easter story, our pastor taught on Psalm 118. He read from verses 8 and 9. “It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man. It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in Princes.”
This hit me particularly hard, because the day before I’d essentially had a meltdown.
Grab your wallet, some tissues, and order this book.
In the small community of Village-Upon-Stone, a storm settles solely over the house of a beloved family. Instead of leading their normal, happy life, the family—a father, a mother, and three young daughters— must battle fierce winds and torrential rain. The other villagers come to the family’s aid, but it’s no use against the rapidly rising waters. The family and their neighbors pray to the Star King for relief. They know he is good, but they have never endured such a storm; what if he does not send help?