There is a girl,
She is a whirl,
Four years old,
Loves hair in curls.
She plays all day,
In her own way,
Born with a skull,
That cracked away.
This will be,
Her ninth surgery,
On her structural
Deformity.
She is tested,
Nationwide,
Because of a rarity
Deep inside.
Her story is grand,
God has great plans,
And I pray for her,
Continuously