In the moment my child entered this world,
A deformity, like a flag unfurled,
Feeling abandoned by God’s guiding hand,
I stand with a heart that can barely withstand.

Great sadness fills the spaces within,
As doubts and fears play and spin,
In the face of this unexpected plight,
I turn to prayer, seeking solace and light.

Each day dawns with a weight on my chest,
In prayer, I pour out what’s repressed,
Hoping fervently for a divine touch,
For my child, who suffers so much.

The deformity, a mark that sets them apart,
Yet in my eyes, they’re a masterpiece of art,
The world may not always understand,
But in my heart, they’re perfectly grand.

In the quiet moments of whispered words,
I seek comfort from the heavenly herds,
Praying for relief, for a lessened pain,
For my child to find peace again.3

Though the road ahead seems steep and long,
In prayer, I find a melody, a song,
A thread of hope that weaves through despair,
A belief that God hears my prayer.

May my child find solace in this storm,
May their suffering be gentle, transformed,
In the embrace of prayer, in the depths of love,
I find strength to rise above.

Though sadness lingers, faith holds tight,
In the darkest hour, in the dimmest light,
For my child, for relief, for a brighter day,
In prayer, I find peace along the way.