Poem by Grandma:
Dear Taylor,
It looks like you had a great 8th year.
You travelled far, you travelled near.You walked on beaches, saw a mountain or two.
You played in a boat like your grandparents do.
And now you’re turning 8,
With more adventures in store:Swimming and acting and
Laughs and fun galore.
We’ll see you in the summer,
But if we could get a wish,We’d be there right now
To give you a birthday kiss.
Happy Birthday, Taylor ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Poem by Grandpa:
Today, December 16th
is a very important date
Someone very special to us reaches the age of eight
Although his name is Taylor
he is often referred to as Tate
So we better wish him a Happy Birthday
before we are too late
Hope you have a super day
and a cake just waiting to be ate
Wish we lived in a boat next door
and could just open a gate
To give our grandson a big hug
and say “Happy Birthday mate”
Loads of Love
From Grandpa and Grandma Sailor xx