In the silence of the delivery room, a moment etched in pain,
My child emerged with a devil-like face, a sight so hard to explain,
Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of anguish and fear,
I prayed each day for relief, for the suffering to disappear.

Their tiny features marked by an unusual design,
A face reminiscent of a devil’s, a burden not mine,
I held them close, their pain becoming my own,
Hoping and praying for a miracle to be shown.

As I looked into their eyes, searching for a sign,
I felt a deep ache within, a sorrow so divine,
Why had this befallen my precious child so dear?
I whispered to the heavens, longing for a solution near.

Days turned into nights, each moment a silent plea,
For their suffering to end, for their spirit to be free,
From the weight of their condition, from the burden they bore,
Hoping against hope for a brighter path to explore.

Feeling the heaviness of their struggles, my own heart torn,
I sought solace in prayer, in the light of a new morn,
Yearning for a divine intervention, for mercy so kind,
To ease their suffering, to bring peace of mind.

In the depths of my despair, 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 quiet of the night,
For my child with a devil-like face, my guiding light,
Through the tears and the fears, in love’s warm embrace,
I vowed to stand by them, to bring solace and grace.