In the midst of ordinary days, a sight so rare,
A 2-year-old boy with an adult’s wear,
An unusual skin condition, a shock to behold,
Leaving hearts heavy, stories untold.

His appearance, a reflection of time’s strange play,
Eliciting stares, in a world dismayed,
A child in form, but not in sight,
In the shadows of sadness, I hold him tight.

Deeply saddened by this cruel twist of fate,
I pray daily, for his burdens to abate,
For his well-being, for his tiny heart,
In the canvas of life, a unique part.

The world’s gaze, a weight to bear,
As this boy stands, so uniquely rare,
In my prayers, in my whispered plea,
I seek solace for him, a balm to be.

His eyes, windows to a soul so pure,
In his young heart, a resilience sure,
Amidst the whispers, the curious stares,
I offer my love, my silent prayers.

May his spirit remain untouched by the gaze,
In this world’s bewildering maze,
For his well-being, for his joy each day,
In my prayers, in my heart, in my hopeful way.

I hold him close in the depths of my prayer,
For a future where he’ll find comfort there,
In this journey, in this uncharted land,
May he find peace in the touch of a loving hand.

A 2-year-old boy with an adult’s sight,

In the tapestry of life, a thread so bright,
Though shocked and saddened by what we see,
In our prayers, in our love, he’ll find his key.

May his days be filled with laughter and play,
In his world, may love have the final say,
For this boy with an unusual grace,
In our hearts, let his well-being embrace.