In the moment my child entered this world’s embrace,
It felt as if God had turned away, leaving a trace,
A harsh reality unveiled, a truth hard to bear,
Severe facial deformities, a weight to wear.

As I cradled my child, a mix of joy and sorrow,
His face marked by struggles, a new tomorrow,
In the silence of that sacred space,
Questions lingered, doubts to face.

It seemed the heavens had closed their gate,
Leaving us to navigate a cruel fate,
Yet in his eyes, a spark of resilience shone,
A spirit unbroken, in the darkness, a beacon on its own.

Each day, a journey through uncertainty and fear,
Prayers whispered for a path clear,
For his liberation from suffering, for a life of ease,
In the face of adversity, searching for peace.

In the depths of despair, a mother’s love held strong,
Guiding him through nights dark and long,
In his laughter and in his cries,
A symphony of hope, a melody wise.

Though God’s face seemed turned away,
In my child’s presence, a love to stay,
A bond unbroken by trials and tears,
In his spirit, a strength that clears.

So I walk this path with him by my side,
In his smile, in his stride,
In his journey through deformity’s veil,
In his story, a love that will prevail.