In the hush of the delivery room, my child came to me,
A precious soul with eyes so bright, yet a face not meant to be,
Severe deformity etched upon his gentle form,
A weight upon my heart, a storm within the norm.

With each breath he took, my heart shattered more,
Feeling abandoned by the heavens, an ache at my core,
His face, a map of struggles, a path unknown,
In the face of such adversity, my love for him has grown.

My heart breaks for my child, born with fate unkind,
A severe facial deformity, a puzzle of the mind,
In his eyes, a world of innocence and pain,
A journey of challenges, of sunshine and rain.

Each day, I cradle him close, my tears unspoken,
Praying for his comfort, his spirit unbroken,
Feeling abandoned by even the heavens above,
Yet holding onto hope, an unwavering love.

In the quiet of the night, my prayers take flight,
For his liberation from suffering, for a future bright,
Despite the shadows that linger, the doubts that creep,
In his presence, a love so deep.

Through the trials and the unknown that lie ahead,
I stand by his side, with every tear shed,
My child, a warrior in a world so unkind,
In his strength and resilience, solace I find.

So my heart breaks and heals, a cycle unending,
For my child, with a spirit unbending,
In his smile, a glimpse of heaven’s grace,
A reminder of love’s enduring embrace.