Birthday Poem for a Nine-Year-Old

NINE TIMES NINE

By 

Grandma Baadsgaarad

Happy Birthday. I love you Isabella with all my heart.

Being nine is surely a sign

I’m growing up too fast.

Afraid my childhood won’t last.

So I won’t waste a day

For running around and play.

Being nine is surely fine

If I don’t miss a day in the sun

Fly to the moon or stay on the run

If I hear music in my heart

Or sing out like a lark

“Wow I’m nine - the world is mine!”

I’ll be a lion who roars

Or a bird who dips and soars

I’ll climb every tree

So I’m way up high to see

Turning nine is so divine

I’ll eat birthday treats and say,

“I’m royalty the whole day.”

I’ll open presents and eat cake

There’s a fine party for my sake.

When you’re nine you can’t whine

For whining is for babies -

Not for fine young ladies.

I’m old enough to say, “Sorry and please.”

I’m too old to poke or tease.

When you’re nine people say, “Toe the line.”

But I’ll have you know - I am free

Because I’ll always be me

A little older and a little bolder.

no matter how old I be.