Poem by Grandpa:
Hey mate,
Look at the date.
Tehja is eight.
Ain’t that great!
What about Tate?
Nope, he came late.
Another poem by Grandpa (who has been practicing his ABCs):
While the cake was Ate
We had a deBate
Whether Tehja Cate
On this Date
Was really Eight.
Was is the cow’s Fate
When it opened the Gate
To love rather than Hate
Not being Late?
Hey, Mate,
Getting off track at any Rate.
And don’t forget about little Tate.
He can Wait
Because today Tehja is Eight.
Poem by Grandma:
On a horse with a gentle gait,
Rides a little princess named Tehja Cate.
She’s our granddaughter who just turned eight,
And we’ll see her in November … we just can’t wait!
Happy, Happy Birthday, Sweet Tehja!!
