George Edward Ormsby, you cute little dear
I wish it was so you could live near.
So I could cuddle, and maybe spoil you a bit
And paddle your little butty, when I saw fit.
I hope you grow up healthy, happy and strong
And nothing for you ever, ever goes wrong.
When you grow up to be a big manly man
I hope you'll make mama and papa as happy as you can.
Note: This poem was written to her first great-grandson, born in 1945. He was born in Cumberland Co., IL, while she was living in Toledo, OH.
These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.