My joy is colored pink and whispers Cadence Kerala, A symphony by God composed, a masterpiece unplayed. And yet with rhythmic tempo, emanating from her name, I am mesmerized by movements respirating from her frame. I hold my newborn granddaughter cradled gently in my hands And marvel at the beauty of her sleeping innocence, With placid face unstained by tears of joy or pain; Nor furrowed by worries or things that are profane. And as I gaze into the future through her eyes, It takes me to a world that one day I’ll not know. I imagine her smiling in sun drenched days to come And squinting in the shadows to discern a distant drum. This little Cadence has just begun to play her score And the tempo of her life yet holds us in suspense. Such infant potentialities are mysteries to behold While beckoning us to pray, God’s promise to unfold.
Written on the occasion of the birth of my granddaughter Cadence Kerala Mathews, March 3, 2011. Celebrate with me!
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