In the hush of the delivery room, a moment of profound pain,
My baby entered the world, a face akin to a devil’s bane,
Tears flowed freely, a river of sorrow and woe,
Feeling forsaken by God, lost in a relentless undertow.

Their innocent face marred by a cruel twist of fate,
Resembling a devil, burdened with a weight so great,
I held them close, my heart heavy with despair,
Praying fervently each day for a glimmer of repair.

As I cradled my child, their suffering my own,
I beseeched the heavens in a sorrowful tone,
Why had this fallen upon my precious one so dear?
I sought solace in prayer, in the midst of my fear.

Days turned into nights, each moment a plea,
For a miracle to set my child free,
From the anguish that clouded their innocent eyes,
Hoping against hope for a change in the skies.

Feeling the weight of their pain, my own burden to bear,
I found strength in prayer, in the depths of my care,
Longing for a divine touch to ease their plight,
To bring an end to their suffering, to make their future bright.

In the depths of my grief, in the shadows of doubt,
I clung to hope, in love’s unwavering route,
Through tears and fears, in the quiet of each night,
I vowed to stand by my child, to guide them to light.

So I wept and I prayed, in the depths of my need,
For my baby with a face like a devil, my heart to heed,
Through the trials and tears, in love’s embrace,
I promised to be there, to bring solace and grace.