Bill Giyaman posted Partial poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for 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 .
I will hold you up when you can't stand, I will wipe away your tears when you cry, I will fight for you when you give up, and I will love you forever and always. More beautiful inspiration on Joy of Mom!