In a world painted with hues of joy and pain,
My dear child arrived with a face marked by disdain,
Severely deformed, a sight that cuts deep,
In the silence, my heart weeps, unable to sleep.

It feels as though God turned away at the start,
Leaving my child to bear a heavy heart,
From the very beginning, a burden to bear,
A weight of sorrow too much to compare.

The world’s gaze can be harsh, unkind,
Judging what it cannot comprehend or find,
My child, a beacon in a sea of judgment’s tide,
Their beauty obscured by society’s pride.

I cradle them close, feeling a love so profound,
Yet in my soul, an ache continues to resound,
For a path ahead marked by struggles and pain,
A journey where hope seems hard to sustain.

In the quiet of night, my prayers ascend,
Seeking solace for my child, my dear friend,
Hoping against hope for a brighter tomorrow,
For relief from the burden, for solace from sorrow.

Their face, a map of battles fought unseen,
Their spirit resilient, their gaze serene,
Though darkness may cloud this world’s view,
In their eyes, a light shines through.

My dear child, in your journey ahead,
Know that you’re loved, in each tear shed,
Though God’s presence may seem far away,
In my embrace, His love will forever stay.