In the quiet of a delivery room, a child was brought forth,
Yet his appearance bore a mark, a deformity from birth,
My heart shattered at the sight, a wave of sorrow unfurled,
Feeling abandoned by the heavens in this cruel, painful world.

His precious face marred by a twist of fate,
A sight that left me in a desolate state,
Despite the ache that gripped my soul so tight,
I clung to hope, a flickering light in the night.

In the shadows of despair, I found strength to pray,
Beseeching the heavens for a brighter day,
Tirelessly seeking his salvation, my voice a plea,
For a future where his spirit could be truly free.

Each prayer a whisper, a plea from a mother’s heart,
Hoping for a miracle to set his life apart,
Amidst the trials and the tears that fell like rain,
I held onto faith through the ache and pain.

Through sleepless nights and the weight of worry,
In every moment, my love for him did hurry,
A bond unbroken by the trials we faced,
A love that transcended the confines of space.

In his eyes, I saw a resilience so profound,
A fighter’s spirit in him I found,
Despite the challenges that lay in his way,
I prayed for strength to guide him each day.

Abandoned by fate, or so it seemed,
In my child’s eyes, hope gleamed,
A beacon in the darkness, a light so pure,
Guiding us through the uncertain future.

So I prayed for his salvation, for his life to be blessed,
In the face of adversity, we faced the test,
With each heartbeat, with every breath,
I held onto hope, in life and in death.