A good friend of mine made this needlepoint for me before the birth of my first child.
It’s hung in a frame above the rocking chair in his nursery since that time. 314 more words
Song for a Fifth Child, by Ruth Hulburt 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.140 more words