In the hush of the night, a mother weeps,
Her child born with a face that haunts in sleep,
Demon-like features, a cruel twist of fate,
Leaving her heartbroken, in a sorrowful state.

Each day begins with a heavy sigh,
As she watches her child with a tear in her eye,
Praying fervently for relief and survival,
For strength to endure, for a spark of revival.

The weight of her child’s appearance, a heavy toll,
Yet in their eyes, a depth of soul,
A mother’s love, unwavering and true,
Guiding them through a world askew.

In the quietude of her prayers, a plea so sincere,
For their relief from suffering, for solace near,
To survive despite the challenges they face,
To find resilience, to embrace grace.

Day by day, she carries the burden of grief,
Hoping for a moment of respite, a moment of relief,
Praying for their survival, for their spirit to thrive,
In a world where acceptance may strive.

Through the pain and the anguish, she finds her way,
To love unconditionally, come what may,
Believing in a future where they will find peace,
Where their struggles and sorrows will finally cease.

For her child born with a demon-like face,
She offers her prayers with unwavering grace,
Hoping for their relief, for their journey ahead,
For strength to endure, for their spirits to be fed.

In the face of adversity, her love stands tall,
A beacon of hope amidst it all,
For when a child is born with a visage unique,
A mother’s love will always speak.