Sunday, June 26, 2022

A Poem About My Grandma


My paternal grandmother, Maude Lewis Walsh



In loving memory of my grandmother, Maude Ann Walsh,

and dedicated to all of my grandchildren.


When I was a child, sitting at my grandma’s knee

she told me about Jesus, Who gave His life for me.


She made for me a scrapbook all about the Lord,

to show me countless reasons why He should be adored.


I still have that scrapbook. I keep it with my treasures.

Looking through it time to time is among my pleasures.


She told of His birth at Christmas; Easter, it was the Cross;

told of the sins He saved us from when His life was lost.


She made it clear she loved Him; I learned to love Him, too,

and I grew up to follow Him, all my whole life through.


Now I have grandchildren, who sit upon my knee;

I get to tell them of the things that mean the most to me.


I read them poems and sing to them…Oh! we laugh and play;

I hug and kiss and pray with them in my special way.


Of course, I tell of Jesus and why I love Him so,

and oh I hope they’ll love Him, too, as they grow and grow.


Maude Carolan Pych

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