Frances Longo Walsh 1915-1966 |
In memory of Frances Longo Walsh
Aunt Carol said
she could picture my mother
with grandchildren on her lap
She was a grand mother
so it stands to reason
she would’ve been
a grand grandma
an aproned, house-dressed
simple stay-at-home grandma
without fussy hair
a rock-a-bye
buxom, ample lapped grandma
with strong cradling arms
and plenty of time
a soup simmering, sauce stirring
let’s-eat-in-the-kitchen grandma
who would’ve gone down on the floor
to build wooden block towers
in primary colors
for her grandkids to topple
who would’ve comforted their cries
changed a thousand diapers
wiped a bunch of noses
given a million kisses
who would’ve read Mother Goose
sang Twinkle, Twinkle
offered Lorna Doones
She almost was—
She was counting the days
but died
while her two daughters
were expecting
Maude Carolan Pych
God bless all of you beautiful mothers!
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Beautiful poem, beautiful mother and beautiful granddaughter!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Barbara. My own beautiful mother never saw her grandchildren, but I have grands and now a great-grand, and feel so mightily blessed of God. My cup overflows! ☺️
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