My First Grandson Jason

Never forget the day,
Woodstock, Ont., was the place
Twenty-eight of July, nineteen seventy two
At lunchtime, you first showed your face
We knew you were here to stay.

There was mommy and dad,
Aunt Donna, Darlene, Uncle Don and Steve
And of course, grandma was there too
Waiting for you, so we could leave.
My very first grandchild, I had.

With your first cry, we ran down the hall
To see you before to the nursery you went
Bumping into the nurses, knocking trays,
Think a few trays got bent,
And a few nurses, almost did fall.

I was proud, as proud as could be,
I have a grandson, a sweet as you
I walked around, head held high
That’s my grandson, the cutest baby too.
The happiest grandma, twas plain to see

Our very own bundle of joy,
Someone to cuddle and hold,
A ray of sunshine, God’s masterpiece,
The best too, we were told,
You were our very own boy.

Nine years have come and went,
Since you came to stay.
And growing up to be a fine lad
I’m still as proud as the very first day.
And thankful to God it was you he sent.

I’ll always love you Jason
Love you with all my heart.
You’ll always be my man,
Though we’re far apart,
You are a special grandson.

Grandma Herman
Jean Esther Herman
January 26, 1982

© Jean E. Herman. All rights reserved
(J. E. Herman Nov. 10, 1927-Nov. 2, 1999)