In the shadow of fate’s unyielding hand,
My child bore a visage few could understand,
Resembling a demon, a burden to wear,
Difficult days ahead, filled with despair.

Forsaken by destiny’s enigmatic call,
In a world where judgments quickly fall,
I, a parent with a heavy heart,
Prayed fervently each day, playing my part.

The face that mirrored a darker shade,
A challenge that fate had silently laid,
Yet in my prayers, a flame burned bright,
Hoping for my child’s happiness, despite the night.

Each day, a battle against the whispers unkind,
In the depths of my love, solace I’d find,
A mother’s devotion, unwavering and strong,
Praying for my child, amidst the world’s throng.

Through the storm of eyes that wouldn’t see,
I held onto faith, steadfast and free,
For in my child, a spirit pure and true,
Beyond the face fate had imbued.

Days of struggle turned into years,
Amidst the trials, amidst the tears,
My prayers a shield, my love a guide,
For my child, in whom hope would abide.

Enduring the weight of destiny’s hand,
In my heart, a love that would withstand,
The challenges faced, the battles fought,
For my child’s happiness, a fervent thought.

Forsaken by fate, yet not by my love,
Sent from the heavens, a gift from above,
In the face of adversity, my prayers would rise,
For my child’s happiness, beyond the skies.