{"id":111657,"date":"2022-06-25T15:42:59","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:42:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=111657"},"modified":"2022-06-25T15:42:59","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:42:59","slug":"precious-princess-paisley-hour-six-an-acrostic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/precious-princess-paisley-hour-six-an-acrostic\/","title":{"rendered":"Precious Princess Paisley (Hour Six, An Acrostic)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Precious Princess Paisley<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>P<\/strong> erfect little p<span style=\"font-size: 16px\">rincess,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>A<\/strong> lr<span style=\"font-size: 16px\">eady<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 16px\"><strong>I<\/strong> adore you, and though you do not know me, I<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>S<\/strong> till can&#8217;t wait to meet you.<\/p>\n<p><strong>L<\/strong> ittle girls are precious, and so<\/p>\n<p><strong>E<\/strong> asy to love.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Y<\/strong> our tiny hands have<\/p>\n<p><strong>G<\/strong> ripped my heart tightly,<\/p>\n<p><strong>R<\/strong> eminding me how blessed I<\/p>\n<p><strong>A<\/strong> m to have you<\/p>\n<p><strong>C<\/strong> all me your granddad&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong>E<\/strong> ven though at 51, I&#8217;m still too young to be a PawPaw!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>****An acrostic is a poem where the first letter of each line spells out a word or phrase when reading downward. In this example, I separated the first letter of each line and highlighted it in bold type to make it easier to read. Paisley Grace is my boyfriend Lonnie&#8217;s first grandbaby, born earlier this month. I tried to write from his perspective and capture his joy and excitement at becoming a grandfather and hope I was able to come close to what he is feeling!****<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Precious Princess Paisley &nbsp; P erfect little princess, A lready I adore you, and though you do not know me, I S till can&#8217;t wait to meet you. L ittle girls are precious, and so E asy to love. Y our tiny hands have G&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1212,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111657","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111657","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1212"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111657"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111657\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":112261,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111657\/revisions\/112261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111657"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111657"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}