In the quiet depths of a parent’s despair,
Lies a heart heavy with a burden rare,
Their child born with a facial deformity,
A sight that fills their hearts with solemnity.

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Devastation grips them, sorrow profound,
Yet in their love, strength is found,
Each day begins with a prayer on their lips,
Hoping for happiness, trying to eclipse.

Through tears and fears, they stand tall,
Praying for their child, through it all,
In the face of adversity, their love shines bright,
Guiding them through the darkest night.

Their prayers rise with the morning sun,
For their child’s happiness, life’s battles won,
Well-being and joy, they earnestly seek,
In their love, strong and meek.

They dream of a future bright and kind,
Where their child’s happiness they find,
In their embrace, a love so deep,
Through the valleys of sorrow, they quietly weep.

Each moment cherished, each smile a treasure,
Their bond unbroken, a love without measure,
In the eyes of their child, they see resilience and grace,
A strength that shines in their small embrace.

So they pray each day with all their might,
For happiness, for peace, for the light,
In their devastation, love remains,
Guiding them through life’s joys and pains.