In the quiet of the birthing room, a moment frozen in time,
My child emerged with a face like a devil’s, a sight so prime,
Tears cascaded down my face, a mix of sorrow and disbelief,
Feeling abandoned by God, my heart wracked with grief.

Their tiny features, marred by a cruel twist of fate,
A face resembling that of a devil, a burden heavy to state,
I cradled them close, my love tinged with fear,
Praying fervently each day for their suffering to clear.

As I gazed into their eyes, searching for a sign,
I felt a void, a sense of loss so divine,
Why had this befallen my precious child so dear?
I whispered to the heavens, longing for relief so near.

Days turned into nights, each moment a silent plea,
Begging for a miracle to set my child free,
From the shackles of pain, from the burden they bore,
Hoping against hope for a brighter future in store.

Feeling the weight of their struggle, my own burden to bear,
I sought solace in prayer, in the whispers of despair,
Hoping for a divine intervention, a mercy so kind,
To bring an end to their suffering, to ease their troubled mind.

In the depths of my anguish, in the shadows of doubt,
I found strength in my child, in their courage sprout,
Their resilience a beacon, their spirit so bright,
A reminder of love that transcends the darkest night.

So I wept and I prayed, in the silence of the night,
For my child with a face like a devil, my guiding light,
Through the tears and the fears, in love’s embrace,
I vowed to stand by them, to champion their grace.