In the quiet depths of a mother’s soul,
Lies a tale of love, of sorrow untold,
My child, born without limbs, a precious sight,
Felt forsaken by God, in the absence of light.

My heart ached with a pain so deep,
As I watched my child, in silent sleep,
Prayed each day for their happiness and ease,
For relief from suffering, for burdens to cease.

Born into a world that seemed unkind,
A body without limbs, a challenge defined,
My child’s spirit, resilient and bright,
Yearning for wings, yearning for flight.

In the stillness of night, in the break of dawn,
I whispered my prayers, my hope drawn,
For God’s mercy, for a guiding hand,
To lead my child through a barren land.

Their laughter, a melody so pure,
Their eyes, a window to a world obscure,
In their gaze, I saw a depth untold,
A story of courage, a spirit bold.

Though they felt forsaken by the divine above,
In my arms, they found unconditional love,
Each day, I held them close, my heart they mend,
A love that refused to break or bend.

Through trials and tears, through joy and pain,
I walked beside them, through sunshine and rain,
Praying for strength, for wisdom to guide,
For their happiness to bloom, to never hide.

My child, born without limbs, a beacon of grace,
A reminder of strength in a confined space,
In their presence, I found solace and truth,
In their existence, I discovered my youth.