I’m Rocking My Baby…

October 10, 2010 at 4:21 pm (Musings...)

My niece Rebekah gave birth a few months ago to a beautiful daughter, Dottie.  Two other nieces, Renee and Kari are having babies very soon.  The last verse of this poem went around and around in my head today.  I knew I had a few pictures of me rocking my darling babies…

 

 

Darling Amanda Joy

This poignant poem, author unknown, is very profound.  I must admit that sometimes I failed miserably as I tried to be “superwoman,” a quite impossible feat.  Through everything, though, I loved my babies, Amanda and Brent…

Precious Brent Daniel

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, rockabye, 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, rockabye, 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.

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Moving Forward With Joy

October 9, 2010 at 1:13 pm (Jewelry, Multiple Sclerosis)

I’ve had a particularly rough week with MS.  Twice I have had bouts of severe tremors.  They are at once exhausting and disconcerting.  I am afraid that my body is being damaged by these episodes.  But, as always, I move forward.

My head hurts, my  mouth is twisted, my eye is twitching, I am looking at a pile of laundry, a dog that needs a good brushing, a floor that needs sweeping, and do not have the energy or will to do anything… so I won’t! 

I think I’ll head upstairs to my art studio and create a bit…  I’ve got a new shipment of silver wire and scads of  colorful beads to play with.   I am going to claim one of my favorite verses today, Psalm 30:5… For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

The purple bracelet my friend Deanna just had to have (a vintage pin is the focal point)

Earrings designed and created for a client.

 

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