In the hush of a hospital room, a mother’s cry,
As her child drew breath, a tear in her eye,
A face resembling a demon, a cruel twist of fate,
An affliction that weighed heavy, an unbearable weight.

In that moment of birth, a storm of emotions unleashed,
As the child lay cradled, her heart deeply creased,
It felt as though even God had turned away,
Leaving her to grapple with night and day.

Each glance, each whisper, a piercing spear,
The world’s judgment, a deafening jeer,
But in the depths of her soul, a fire burned bright,
Fueled by a mother’s love, a beacon of light.

Every day she kneels, her prayers a plea,
For her child to overcome, to be truly free,
To thrive despite the affliction that clings,
To spread their wings and soar on hope’s wings.

Fervently she prays for strength and grace,
For her child to find their unique place,
In a world that often fails to see,
The beauty beyond what appears to be.

Through the trials and the stares, she stands strong,
Her love a shield against the world’s wrong,
For in her eyes, she sees not a demon’s face,
But a child deserving of love and grace.

With each prayer whispered into the night,
She holds onto hope with all her might,
Believing in a future bright and true,
Where her child’s spirit will shine through.

In the quiet moments before dawn’s first light,
She gathers her courage, ready to fight,
For her child’s happiness, her love the key,
To unlock a world where they can truly be free.

So she prays fervently, day after day,
For her child to find their own special way,
To overcome the affliction that seemed so dire,
And to flourish, to soar, to ignite a fire.

In the face of adversity, her love stands tall,
A beacon of hope, encompassing all,
For when a child is born with a face unknown,
A mother’s love will always be shown.