The poem that follows appears in honor of my grandmother.
|Maude Ann Walsh|
paternal grandmother of Maude Carolan Pych
AT GRANDMA’S KNEE
In memory of my grandmother, Maude Ann Walsh
For all 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