In the moment of birth, a heart-wrenching sight,
My child entered the world with a face so starkly right,
Deformed like a devil, a twist of fate so cruel,
Tears streamed down my face, despair my only fuel.

Feeling abandoned by God, lost in a sea of grief,
I held my precious child, seeking relief,
With each cry and each breath, my anguish grew,
Praying every day for a miracle to ensue.

Their face, a reflection of pain and strife,
A reminder of a challenging life,
I cradled them close, my love a shield,
Hoping and pleading for their suffering to yield.

In the stillness of night, my prayers took flight,
Begging for mercy, for a glimmer of light,
To lift this burden, this heavy toll,
To grant my child solace, to make them whole.

I felt the weight of the world upon my shoulders,
As I watched over my child, as they grew bolder,
Each day a battle, each moment a test,
My heart filled with love, my soul in unrest.

Through the tears and the trials that we faced,
I clung to hope, in love we embraced,
Praying for strength, for courage to cope,
For my child to find joy, to discover hope.

In the depths of my sorrow, in the depths of my plea,
I found a resilience, a love that set me free,
For in caring for my child, in their eyes so bright,
I saw a reflection of love, a guiding light.

So I wept and I prayed, through the darkest of days,
Hoping for a miracle to illuminate our ways,
For my child born with a face like a devil, so dear,
I vowed to stand by them, to soothe their every fear.