A Poem from Grandpa:
Oh me oh mine
Tehja is nine
Which is a sign
That she’ll soon want to dine
In a fashion that’s fine
But of course not with wine.
A Poem from Grandma:
In a place called Beaumont
On street sixty-five
Lives a lovely young girl
Who really knows how to dive.
Yes, she knows more than that.
Yes, the list is very long.
But this poem likes to rhyme
And “drive” would just be wrong.
Here’s to Tehja, who’s a swimmer
And a granddaughter sublime.
And today we’re celebrating because
Today she turns nine!
We look forward to visiting you while you are still
nine.
Loads of love from
Grandpa and Grandma Sailor xx
