In the quiet of my anguish, a heart that weeps,
As I cradle my child in the night’s deep,
Their face marked by uniqueness, a path unclear,
I grapple with doubt, with an unspoken fear.

Heartbroken and lost, feeling abandoned by divine grace,
I question silently, in this lonely space,
Has God turned away, leaving us to cope alone,
In a world where judgments are harshly thrown?

Daily, my prayers ascend, a plea from a mother’s core,
For my child’s pain to lessen, for burdens to restore,
A life of joy, of laughter, of moments bright,
To replace the darkness, to bring forth light.

In the shadows of doubt, in the silence of night,
I cling to faith, seeking a flicker of insight,
For my child, with a face unique to share,
Deserves a life free from anguish, from despair.

In the whispers of my prayers, in the depths of my plea,
I seek solace, I seek hope, for my child to be free,
From the shackles of suffering, from the weight of sorrow,
To greet each new dawn with a brighter tomorrow.

Through the veil of tears, I find strength to believe,
In God’s unseen plan, in the grace I receive,
For my child, with a face that’s not like the rest,
Deserves love, deserves joy, deserves to be blessed.

So I pray with conviction, with a heart that yearns,
For God’s hand to touch, for my child to discern,
That they are cherished, never abandoned, never alone,
In God’s embrace, in His love, in a place called home.

In the midst of heartbreak, in the depths of despair,
I hold onto hope, in a fervent prayer,
For my child, with a facial deformity to bear,
Deserves happiness, love, and care.