Our first granddaughter was born with a huge hole in the roof of her mouth. Feeding her, before the surgeries, was almost impossible.
Joie de Vivre* (Shakespearean Sonnet) We watched her birth in awe of God's sweet eye as she burst forth through pain at time's behest. The sun rose full, a rainbow traced the sky, when God saw fit to grant our one request. We checked for toes and fingers set aright, no cry, a blink of wonder, scent of myrrh. Her face revealed no hint of her true plight, she closed her eyes and slept without a stir. But peace was shattered and our sorrow grew with fearful news, a harmful birth defect. Black clouds obscured the rainbow's vivid hue. Concealed cleft palate dimmed the sun's effect. Three times she fell beneath the surgeon's knife thereby to purchase right of joy for life. *Joy for life
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