In a world where joy and sorrow intertwine,
My child entered with a face uniquely designed,
Severely deformed, a sight that weighs heavy on my heart,
Overwhelming sadness, tearing me apart.

Each day, I lift my prayers to the skies above,
Begging for my child’s happiness and love,
Seeking relief from the pain that grips their soul,
Feeling abandoned by God, a heartache taking its toll.

Their face, a canvas of struggles untold,
In a world where acceptance can be cold,
I hold onto hope amidst the tears that fall,
Praying for a future where they’ll stand tall.

The burden they bear, etched in every line,
A challenge that feels too heavy, too unkind,
Yet in their eyes, a resilience shines bright,
A spirit that refuses to succumb to the night.

I whisper to the heavens, a plea for grace,
For strength to endure, for a brighter space,
Where my child can find solace in their own skin,
Embracing a world where acceptance will win.

Despite the darkness that clouds my sight,
I cling to faith, a flickering light,
Believing in a love that will never fade,
In prayers whispered for my child’s crusade.

May their path be eased, their struggles lightened,
Their spirit lifted, their burdens heightened,
In the depths of despair, I find a glimmer of hope,
For my child to find peace, to learn to cope.

So I pray, each day a new start,
For my child with a uniquely crafted heart,
Hoping for a future where joy will reign,
And their beauty, in all its forms, will remain.