In the stillness of my soul, a storm did brew,
As my child emerged with a visage askew,
A demon-like face, a twist of fate so stark,
I felt abandoned by God in the shadows dark.

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Each dawn brought a burden heavy and deep,
Watching my child, I could hardly sleep,
Praying each day for relief from their pain,
For their life to continue, despite the strain.

The weight of their deformity, a heavy shroud,
Yet in their spirit, a strength unbowed,
A parent’s love, a beacon in the night,
Guiding them through the trials with all its might.

In the silence of my prayers, a plea does rise,
For their relief, for a glimpse of clear skies,
Hoping for their continued life and peace,
For their suffering and struggles to finally cease.

Day by day, I carry the weight of despair,
Praying for their relief from a fate unfair,
Hoping for their life to shine and thrive,
In a world where acceptance may arrive.

Through the tears and the doubts, I find my way,
To love them fiercely, come what may,
Believing in a future where they’ll find their place,
Where their unique beauty will shine with grace.

For my child born with a demon-like face,
I offer my prayers, seeking solace and grace,
Praying for their relief from this harsh strife,
For their life to continue, a journey of life.

In the face of adversity, my love stands tall,
A sanctuary of hope amidst it all,
For when a child is born with a face so unknown,
A parent’s love will forever be shown.