In the quiet of the delivery room, a moment etched in pain,
My child entered the world, a face resembling a devil’s reign,
Tears streamed down my cheeks, a torrent of despair,
Feeling abandoned by God, burdened with a heavy prayer.

Their tiny features marred by a cruel design,
A face that mirrored darkness, a fate so unkind,
I cradled them in my arms, their suffering my own,
Praying each day for a miracle to be shown.

As I watched them sleep, their breaths so light,
I felt a void within, a darkness in plain sight,
Why had this been their path, this heavy load to bear?
I cried out to the heavens, consumed by a silent despair.

Days turned into weeks, the cycle of worry and hope,
Praying for relief, for a way to cope,
With the pain etched on their face, a reflection of strife,
I begged for divine intervention to bring light into their life.

Feeling the weight of their anguish, my own heart torn,
I sought solace in prayer, in the hope of a new morn,
Yearning for a sign, for a glimpse of grace,
To end their suffering, to lead them to a better place.

In the depths of my sorrow, in the shadows of night,
I found courage in their eyes, a flicker of light,
Their spirit unbroken, their love so pure,
A reminder of strength that would endure.

So I wept and I prayed, in the silence of the hour,
For my child with a face like a devil, my source of power,
Through the tears and the fears, in love’s embrace,
I vowed to stand by them, to bring light to their face.