In the quiet chambers of a parent’s heart,
Resides a love that refuses to depart,
I am heartbroken, tears unspoken,
As my child’s fate feels deeply broken.

Born with a face deformed, twins conjoined,
In a world where beauty is oft coined,
I pray each day for God’s merciful hand,
To ease their suffering, to help them stand.

Their faces, a canvas of uniqueness drawn,
Challenges faced from dusk till dawn,
My child, a miracle in their own right,
Wrapped in love, in the darkest night.

I hold them close, my precious ones,
Praying for brighter days, for golden suns,
God’s plan a mystery, a path unclear,
Yet in their eyes, hope shines near.

Conjoined twins, a bond so rare,
A journey together, a burdensome share,
I pray for strength, for courage to face,
For God’s grace to fill their space.

In their smiles, I find a gentle grace,
In their embrace, a sacred place,
My heart aches with a love so deep,
For my child, in their unique sleep.

I whisper prayers in the silent night,
Begging for God’s guiding light,
To ease their pain, to bring them peace,
To let their joys and sorrows cease.

In the face of adversity, in the depths of despair,
I hold onto hope, a lifeline so rare,
For my child, with a deformed face and twins entwined,
In their journey, a love divine.

Each day I kneel, each night I weep,
Praying for my child, in their eternal sleep,
Hoping for God’s mercy, for a brighter day,
For their suffering to fade, for joy to stay.