In the moment of birth, fate dealt a cruel hand,
Taking my child’s limbs, a loss unplanned,
Heartbroken and shattered, tears flowed like rain,
Yet in the midst of despair, a mother’s love remained.

Limbs that should have danced and played,
Now a cruel twist of fate had swayed,
Each day a reminder of what was lost,
A heavy burden, a painful cost.

But in the depths of sorrow, a flame flickered bright,
A mother’s love, a guiding light,
Prayers whispered in the quiet of night,
For liberation from pain, for a future bright.

Each prayer a plea for his suffering to cease,
For a life filled with joy, a sense of peace,
Through the trials and the hardships endured,
A mother’s love forever secured.

In the silence of the dawn, in the still of the night,
Prayers lifted high, taking flight,
Hopes and dreams woven in each whispered word,
For a life where happiness would be conferred.

Despite the challenges that lay in his way,
I prayed for strength, for brighter days,
For his spirit to soar, unbounded and free,
To find joy in each moment, each victory.

In his eyes, a resilience shone,
A light in the darkness, brightly shown,
A reminder that hope can still reside,
Even when fate’s hand seems so unkind.

So I prayed for his liberation, for his pain to abate,
For a life filled with joy, not defined by his fate,
In the face of adversity, we faced each day,
With love as our compass, guiding the way.