In the quiet hours of the night, a parent’s heart breaks,
As they witness their child’s fate, their own heart aches,
Born with a facial deformity, a sight so stark,
Yet in their love, they find a resilient spark.

Each day begins with a heavy sigh,
As they watch their child grow under the sky,
Their prayers rise with the morning sun,
Hoping for a future where joy will run.

It breaks their heart to see the struggles faced,
Yet in their love, they find strength encased,
In the face of adversity, they stand tall,
Praying for a future where happiness will call.

Their child, a beacon of light in the dark,
A symbol of resilience, leaving a mark,
In every smile and every tear shed,
They see a path to a future ahead.

Through surgeries and uncertain days,
They walk beside their child in a loving daze,
Hoping for a world where suffering will cease,
And their beloved child will find peace.

In the depths of their sorrow, love prevails,
A bond that adversity never curtails,
For in their child’s eyes, they see a reflection,
Of hope, courage, and unwavering affection.

They dream of a future where laughter rings,
Where happiness and joy take flight on wings,
Their prayers a beacon in the night,
Guiding their child towards the light.

So they pray each day with all their might,
For their child’s happiness to take flight,
In their love, they find the strength to cope,
Holding onto dreams of a brighter hope.