Sunday, January 15, 2017


 Because Rob and Emily were youth group leaders for years right up until the birth of this little guy they have the joy of watching many teens speechless with wonder(well, for the first moments or two) as they pop in for a peek

Tell me who isn't made glad by a baby?!
From the very young to the very old, a baby brings us all together in a meeting of purest joy!

It is so small, yet tears down walls
It says nothing, yet says it all
It rings the joy-bells of the soul
It brings together young and old
From far and near they come to laud
The evidence of love and God
To ooh and a-ah and gaze and smile
In wonder at a newborn child

© Janet Martin

Photo credit: Brittany Ruppert lifelong cousin and bestie-friend of baby's mom!

One of my favorite baby-poems...

Babies Don't Keep
 Author: Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye 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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But 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.


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!