Dear God,

The nurse cringed on the day I was born. My father, well.....he was forlorn. 

Who was going to tell my mother that her baby girl was like none other?

They said she was perfect in her blanker where she lay, but her feet were just turned the other way.

God, you must have known this would be my lot, and parts of life would be hard fought. 

But the sun shone down upon my face, and doctors put their talents to the pace.

It's not perfect and it's not ideal, but I've never stopped living with total zeal.

So thank you God, for teaching me Grace and the knowledge that life is just a small race.

I'll keep the course and add to the fun, until my work on this earth is finally done.

With love from one who remains so busy, your daughter,

Lizzy