birth of a granddaughter

Ode to Charlotte

When first we heard the coming of a princess
With great anticipation we did wait
To behold her beauty and her comeliness
Earnestly hoping she would not be late

Held in suspense her name we longed to hear
While no masterful inquiry revealed
What pleasant sound was sure to us endear
When at her birth no more to be concealed

Her arrival on the thirteenth day of June
With texts and calls sent shortly after five
So one by one each relayed the joyful tune
Charlotte Avery Stuart has arrived.

Proud father and mother for the first time be
Peter and Kiedra surely are aglow
While holding little Charlotte they now do see
The one they want family and friends to know

In Celebration of Cadence

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.

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