Growing up, there was a hanging on our hallway wall, that had a picture of a mother rocking a baby I believe, and it was those 70's colors of orange and yellow, in a brown frame, if I remember correctly. It had the following poem on it, by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton. . .

The cleaning

and

scrubbing

can

wait

til

tomorrow But children

grow

upas I've

learned

to my

sorrow.

Soquiet down

cobwebs;

Dust

go to

sleep!

I'm

rocking

my

baby

and

babies

don't

keep.