Rivulets of tears coursed down her chubby cheeks
As she doubled up with laughter, one could hear her shrieks.

As her dad tossed her in the air once again
She tried to stop laughing, in vain.

Finally he set her gently down
Unshed tears in his eyes brown.

She crawled happily towards her mom
Her flippers flapping on the ground.

Too young to realise her own affliction
She couldn’t understand their desperation.

Phocomelia syndrome was the cause of their grief
Their little one would never get relief.

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