In the moment my child graced this world with his presence,
It felt as though he was forsaken by celestial essence,
His face bore a profound disfigurement, a twist of fate,
A sight that left my heart heavy with a weight so great.

As he lay in my arms, a bundle of innocence and strife,
I gazed upon him, grappling with the unfairness of life,
Forsaken by the heavens, or so it seemed,
In his eyes, a universe of dreams.

His features marred, yet his spirit pure,
In his gaze, a resilience that would endure,
Despite the shock and the tears that fell,
A mother’s love, an unbreakable spell.

In the silence of the night, I held him close,
Praying for strength, for grace to impose,
Despite the challenges that lay ahead,
For his liberation from pain, my prayers I spread.

Each day a battle, each moment a test,
In his face, a story of resilience, of a spirit so blessed,
A journey of trials, of love, and of grace,
In his presence, a sacred, cherished place.

Though the heavens seemed distant, his spirit soared,
In his laughter, in his smiles, a symphony poured,
A reminder that beauty lies beyond what eyes can see,
In his presence, the essence of pure glee.

So I held onto hope, in the face of despair,
In his embrace, finding solace, finding care,
For my child, forsaken by the heavens above,
In his heart, I found an unwavering love.