Optimism

(Born with a Cleft Palate) She's loving, trusting and sweet exudes an innocent charm She wears sparkles on her feet jangle bangles on her arm She chatters ceaselessly her mind in a dizzy whirl She's a precious anomaly a rare and radiant pearl Cede to the surgeon's knife thrice by the age of three allowed her a chance at life almost, but not quite free Dreams of future promise to one day win the prize vows that she'll be famous and robed in crooner's guise Although she's only nine life has dealt her course Flung upon by savage fate muscled threads of divorce Still undaunted she designs much as a perfect rose a future world so benign freely she comes and goes Given the power to confer sunny days without storm will gifts and grace be hers lavished on face and form Or might her spirit then shrivel as if burned to ash or complacency begin and apathy become love's cache