Taylor is Nine - 2013

From Grandpa:

This is a poem about my favourite grandson, Taylor, who is turning 9 today. He is a wonderful young lad who is creative as is shown by what he can construct with his computer game (Mindblaster?) and ambitious as is indicated by his accumulation of movies. He is a fast learner and excels at his studies, it is difficult to find a word that he cannot spell correctly. He can accomplish most things he puts his mind to except for one: How to not grow older. Happy birthday Taylor and here is your poem.

Happy Birthday Taylor, you’ve reached the age of nine.

With another year behind you, you have grown as fast as a vine.

I hope you have a great day with lots of goodies to dine.

I wish you the best for this year, and hope it will be just as fine.

I am running out of rhyming words, so that must be a sign,

To wish you a Happy Birthday and send my love since this will be the last line.
Love Grandpa Sailor 9 9 9 9

From Grandma:

Hi there Taylor! Do you remember these:

Drawing a bird, climbing on trees?

Singing “triple carburetor” and the song about knees?

Spinnageakinnaging finnagoo and eating treats that you freeze?

Huddling under your blanket and watching TV?

Washing bikes and riding bikes and even changing gears?

We did all this together, the highlight of my year.

Now you’re Nine (let’s hear Three Cheers!)

And we wish we could be near

To hug you, love you, and wish you the Best of Years!!

Love, Grandma  IX IX IX IX