In the depths of my being, a profound sorrow,
As I cradle my child with a face to borrow,
Born with a deformity, a sight unseen,
I grapple with feelings, heavy and keen.

Overwhelming sadness, disappointment profound,
In the shadows of doubt, where answers are not found,
I wonder in silence, has God turned away,
Leaving my child in a world of dismay?

Daily, I offer prayers, a heartfelt plea,
For my child’s relief, for a soul set free,
From the burden of suffering, the weight of despair,
To find happiness, to breathe in the air.

In the quiet of my soul, in the stillness of night,
I seek out a flicker of hope, a guiding light,
For my child, born different, unique in grace,
Deserves a life of joy, in a world they embrace.

In the tapestry of faith, I weave my trust,
That God’s plan is just, in Him I must,
Believe that He listens, He hears my cry,
And will bring solace, as days go by.

Though the road may be rough, the journey long,
I carry on, with a heart that’s strong,
For in the eyes of my child, a spirit bright,
I see a beacon of love, a guiding light.

So I pray with fervor, with a soul that yearns,
For God’s mercy to touch, for my child to discern,
That they are cherished, never forsaken,
In God’s love, their spirit unshaken.

In the midst of sadness, in the face of despair,
I hold onto hope, in a silent prayer,
For my child, with a deformed face to bear,
Deserves happiness, love, and care.