In the wake of a challenging fate, my child entered this world,
With deformities that seemed like a flag unfurled.
Feeling abandoned by the divine, a heavy burden to bear,
Yet in my heart, a flame of hope flickers, a silent prayer.

Each day, I watch my child navigate a path less trodden,
Struggling against a tide that feels unbidden.
The weight of feeling forsaken, a pain hard to shake,
But within me, a steadfast resolve takes shape.

I kneel in prayer, seeking solace in the quiet of dawn,
Begging for strength to carry on,
For my child’s happiness, a beacon in the night,
To guide them through darkness, into the light.

May they find joy in simple pleasures, in laughter’s embrace,
And escape the suffering that tries to erase
The light in their eyes, the warmth in their smile,
May they find solace in moments that beguile.

Though the road ahead may be steep and long,
I hold onto faith, steadfast and strong,
Believing that in the face of adversity’s might,
Love will prevail, shining bright.

In the depths of despair, in the silence of night,
I send my prayers to the heavens, taking flight,
Hoping that my child will find their way,
To a place where happiness holds sway.

So I stand, a parent in the shadows of doubt,
But with a love that will never run out,
Praying each day for my child’s heart to mend,
And for their suffering to find an end.