Eccoblue, Sonnet to

Sonnet to Eccoblue

Born in distress as if cursed by her genes,
Struggling to breathe, congenital defects,
Taking their toll, cyanotic like queens,
Many strong and noble minds she infects;

Despair is seen on the brow of their faces,
Yet hope and the scalpel soon came to her,
To save and change her heart and leave their traces,
Four times under the knife was the answer;

Mental scars etched deep from fright's visit,
Lots of needles to scare the child with pain,
Fear came like a serpent out of its pit,
All the sunshine fled, days turned to rain;

Her spirit annealed itself in flame,
Life's spark glowed within--living's her fame.