In the depths of my sorrow, a heavy weight I bear,
My child born different, a burden hard to share,
With a face like a devil, a sight so stark,
I am heartbroken, lost in the dark.

Feeling abandoned by God, in this trial so severe,
I pray each day for relief, for a path to appear,
For my child’s suffering, for their pain to cease,
For a moment of solace, for a touch of peace.

Their face, a puzzle, a mystery untold,
A reflection of a story yet to unfold,
But in their eyes, I see a spirit strong and pure,
A love that endures, unwavering and sure.

I cradle them close, in the quiet of night,
Whispering prayersfor strength, for light,
In their uniqueness, in their special grace,
I find a beacon of hope in this challenging space.

Though the world may judge, may cast its stone,
In my love, my child finds a home,
A place of acceptance, a refuge so dear,
Where their beauty shines bright, without fear.

I am heartbroken, it’s true, in this trial I face,
But in my child’s presence, I find grace,
In their laughter, in their innocent smile,
I find solace, even in a world so vile.

I pray daily for relief from this sorrow I bear,
For a sign from above, for a moment of care,
In the face of my child, so unique and dear,
I find the strength to carry on, to hold them near.