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Cross Stitch Poem for a Baby Shower Gift

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It's been more than a few years since I've attended a baby shower and I recall a poem that was crossed stitched for one of my friends 20+ years ago. I can't remember it and I am hoping that someone maybe able to help me. It was about allowing the "dust and cobwebs can wait" (I think...), babies don't wait and grow up too quickly but "housework can wait".

Sound familiar to anyone? As I've been asked to attend a baby shower soon, I would like to be able to cross-stitch it as a gift. I hope someone may remember where I might be able to find this sweet verse.

Thank you!
Doreen from Nova Scotia

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By J-Kat [3]08/20/2013

I did two of these, back in the late 70's/early 80's. It was a big crewel kit, a Sunset from 1976. The mother had the baby wrapped in a shawl, and when you lifted the shawl fringe, you saw her hand. I just found one on ebay.

By Sandy R.05/18/2013

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow...
for babies grow up we've learnded to our sorrow...
so quiet down cobwebs...
dust go to sleep...
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!

By Margaret [1]04/18/2010

I don't remember it being cross stitched but, this poem hung over our kitchen sink all my life. Seems it was a print with a mother rocking a baby & pans & various cleaning items floating around. It was longer than the 4 basic lines but it defin. didn't have Kanga & Roo in it. Seems as the many years have gone by it's been added to & parts taken from. I wonder if it's posible to see that one in the 1938 'Ladies Home Journal?

By Carol Elliott07/03/2009

We had this poem on the wall of the Maternity Ward!

I hope my child looks back on today
and remembers a Mum who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking
But children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
Cos babies grow fast, we learn to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
I'm cuddling my baby, and babies don't keep xx

By Jeanne06/08/2009

Ladies -

This one is as old as the hills (and me)! It is the last refrain from "Song for a 5th Child" by Ruth 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."

By N/A (Guest Post)02/17/2009

The version I have heard is:

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'till tomorrow,
for babies grow up, much to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobweb-dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

By Peter Moss (Guest Post)11/21/2008

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait until tomorrow, because babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow. So hush-a-bye cobwebs, dust, go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!

Hi Doreen - not sure how long you have been looking for this but is this what you were looking for?

By Cindy (Guest Post)07/27/2008

Did you ever find where one can buy that cross stitch of Cleaning and Scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for children grow up we learn to our sorrow.... I am looking for it too, I have one from 30 years ago but I am looking for another kit.

By Jana from Texas (Guest Post)07/18/2008

The title of the poem is "Song for a Fifth Child" by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. It was published in The Ladies' Home Journal in 1938. It is a great reminder of priorities in mothering!

By benjamin james monk (Guest Post)05/28/2008

My mother had this on my dinning room wall in Nova Scotia back in 1980. I just quoted it on facebook for my aunt who was cleaning. WOW. Has anyone got more history on this poem?

By (Guest Post)05/23/2008

I remember it slightly differently, got it from a La Leche League calendar many years ago...

settle down cobwebs,
dust go to sleep.
I'm NURSING my baby,
and babies don't keep

By Cassandra (Guest Post)04/22/2008

The saying goes "cleaning and scrubbing can wait til 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".

By Murray (Guest Post)02/24/2008

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for children grow up we learn to our sorrow, so quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

By Kathy Thill, California (Guest Post)12/18/2007

I googled and found this:

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,
For babies grow up, I've learned, to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
(Ruth Hulburt Hamilton)

Such an important message!
God bless!

By pippa ellis (Guest Post)10/08/2007

I hope that my child, looking back on today,
remembers a mother who had time to play.
Children grow up when you're not looking,
there will be years ahead for cleaning and cooking.

So hush now cobwebs, dust - go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby cos babies don't keep

By TERRY ROGERS (Guest Post)09/23/2007

Has anyone found where you can buy the cross-stitch kit for "cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow"? if so, please share! thanks!

By Pinkie Erck Reno, Nevada USA (Guest Post)09/19/2007

I had the cross stitch - I know the poem

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow
for babies grow up we learned to our sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep

By Kristin (Guest Post)07/25/2007

Does anyone have this pattern or know where I can find it? My mother had it on the wall when I was a child and I would like to make it for my sister. It had a woman in a rocking chair holding a baby. Thanks!

By Kim (Guest Post)06/15/2007

I think the poem you may have recalled is...
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
For children grow up, we learn to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
Im rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

By JILL (Guest Post)05/19/2007

Babies Don't Keep

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'

~Author Unknown ~

By donna stanish (Guest Post)05/12/2007

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, For children grow up we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep. I am rocking my baby and babies don't keep!

By hattie (Guest Post)03/14/2007

I've heard a much longer poem entitled "Children Don't Wait." I wonder does anyone know that one??
I sure hope so

By (Guest Post)02/11/2007

QUIET DOWN COB WEBS DUST GO TO SLEEP
I'AM ROCKING MY BABY CAUSE BABIES DON'T KEEP.

By Mags (Guest Post)02/10/2007

Where is the Mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery..blissfully rocking.
Cooking and cleaning can wait 'til tomorrow,
but babies grow up, which I've learned to my sorrow.
So, settle down cobwebs,
Dust, go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep

By catharine skaggs (Guest Post)11/02/2006

Cleaning and cooking can wait 'till tomorrow

For babies grow up, as we've learned to our sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,

I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.

By TERRY ROGERS (Guest Post)08/22/2006

MY MOTHER STITCHED THIS POEM FOR MY SON 28 YEARS AGO. HERE ARE THE WORDS: "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!!"

I'M LOOKING FOR THE KIT TO DO THIS FOR A FRIEND. IF YOU FIND ONE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, OK?

By Nancy (Guest Post)06/14/2006

the poem you are looking for is
"Cleaning and Scrubbing
Can wait 'til tomorrow
For babies grow up
We've learned to our sorrow
So quiet down cob webs
Dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby
And babies don't keep.

By Maureen (Guest Post)05/01/2006

The version I know goes like this:

I hope my children look back on today and see a mum who had time to play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking but children grow old while we're not looking -
So settle down cobwebs,
dust go to sleep
I'm cuddling my children
'Cos children don't keep.

Another one I like is:

Watch over her Lord,
This child that I love.
Watch over her Lord
From your heaven above.
Keep her from suffering,
Loved let her be.
Watch over her Lord
As you've watched over me.

By Doreen [1]03/30/2006

That's it! Thanks to both of you!
Cheers!
Doreen

By Pat Giles03/30/2006

It's possible that Mary Maxim catalog might have it; otherwise, go to a craft store and look in all of their catalogs.

By (Guest Post)03/29/2006

Babies Don't keep
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.

Dolly _ Schweb @ telus. net

By Kendy [4]03/29/2006

Doreen, is this your poem?

Cooking and cleaning can wait till tomorrow 'cause babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow, so settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

Isn't that the cutest thing you ever heard? That will be nice cross stitched as a gift.

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