In the shadow of anguish, my child came to be,
His face marked by deformities, a sight hard to see,
In the depths of despair, it seemed God had turned away,
Leaving me to face this trial, come what may.

Abandoned by the divine, or so it felt,
His face bore the weight of a fate harshly dealt,
Each day, my prayers rose fervently to the sky,
For his liberation from suffering, for wings to fly high.

In the silence of night, in the whispers of dawn,
I prayed for his pain to be gently withdrawn,
For a life not defined by his visible scars,
But by the light that shines beyond prisoning bars.

Each prayer a plea for his burdens to lift,
For his spirit to soar, to receive nature’s gift,
Of unfettered happiness, of joy unbound,
In a world where compassion and love are found.

Through the trials and tears, a mother’s love strong,
A beacon in the darkness, a comforting song,
Guiding him through the rough and the tough,
Embracing his spirit, tender and gruff.

In his eyes, a story of resilience untold,
A narrative of courage, of a spirit bold,
In his laughter and smiles, a world of its own,
A sanctuary of joy where love is sown.

So I pray for his liberation, for his soul to be free,
From the shackles of pain, from the weight of decree,
For a life filled with unfettered happiness and light,
Guided by love, in the darkest of night.