Blessing I Reap
Bonnie got me started on this by encouraging me to hid my guilt monster along with the dust bunnies. I did a needle work piece of the original poem when my daughter was little. After Bonnie's post, I decided to resurrect it and revise it for this new time of my life.
Blessings I Reap
Caregiver, oh Caregiver, 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 Caregiver whose house is so shocking?
She's loving and caring and encouraging walking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
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