not this cute anymore!
One of our educational goals for 2013 is to memorize one poem every month.
It's been a fun family challenge.
This was my poem for January...
--it was written for me, and my Roma Doll--
This I know, (and not just because of the title..)
I type it from memory.
Song for a Fifth Child
By Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
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, 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.
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.
We've invited our homeschool friends to memorize poems for February and we are planning a recital at the end of the month. I'm looking forward to it. The boys can recite their poems, but really need help on the delivery :)
Thursday, January 31, 2013
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Thank you. I've recited the last stanza of that poem for as long as I can remember and never considered that it was from a longer poem. Lovely. I have also been having my boys memorize poetry pieces. Such great skills and fun for everyone.
Thank you. I've recited the last stanza of that poem for as long as I can remember and never considered that it was from a longer poem. Lovely. I have also been having my boys memorize poetry pieces. Such great skills and fun for everyone.
We use to memorize poems at the breakfast table when we were young. I keep saying I want to do it with my girls but haven't yet. I know that same passage in that poem.
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