And Unto Us A Grandchild Is Born



Delicate fingers turn the pages of time.
Endearing all in wonder to observe.
Nimble fingers reaching out to touch the world.
Inviting all in sweet embrace, eyes soliciting:
“Share the wealth of human love.
Extend your Selves to every other Self!”

Touching and reaching out to all.
Heart all aglow with love.
Inflamed with passion of sweet innocence.
Denise, a child of all the human race.
At dawn of new millennium.

Personifying nature at peak magnificence.
Unraveling, child discovering the world.

Full of potentialities are you.
Open to the gifts of Planet Earth.
Latent talents manifesting, step-by-step.
Kindling joy in every heart and soul.
Elevating all of us to higher Selves.
Spreading joy to all the human race.

About this poem

This poem, written in acrostic form on July 4, 1999, celebrates the first anniversary of our first grandchild, a granddaughter, born on the Fourth of July, 1998, to celebrate the anniversary of the United States of America, a nation of immigrants, and to multiply the joy of her immigrant grandparents from two ends of the globe; Southeast Asia and the Caribbean. The acrostic poem is composed in a manner that spells her name.

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Written on July 04, 1999

Submitted by karlcfolkes on February 03, 2022

Modified on April 28, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XXAXBX XBCDX CA XXXXXD
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 727
Words 139
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 6, 5, 2, 6

Karl Constantine FOLKES

Retired educator of Jamaican ancestry with a lifelong interest in composing poetry dealing particularly with the metaphysics of self-reflection; completed a dissertation in Children’s Literature in 1991 at New York University entitled: An Analysis of Wilhelm Grimm’s ‘Liebe Mili’ (translated into English as “Dear Mili”), Employing Von Franzian Methodological Processes of Analytical Psychology. The subject of the dissertation concerned the process of Individuation. more…

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