In the quiet of my prayers, a parent’s sorrow blooms,
For a child facing challenges, amid judgment’s fumes,
Heart heavy with anguish, eyes filled with tears,
As I beseech for strength, dispel my fears.

Every day, as the sun rises and sets in the sky,
I pray for my child with a heavy sigh,
Their appearance likened to a devil, a cruel decree,
Forsaken by some, in a world lacking empathy.

I plead for resilience to bloom in their heart,
For courage to be their guiding art,
May they find strength to weather the storm,
To rise above judgment, in grace to transform.

In the face of adversity, I see them stand,
Braving the harsh words with a trembling hand,
Their spirit tarnished by cruel words unkind,
Yet resilient and strong, in their own kind.

I pray for their strength to rise and grow,
For their spirit to shine, for their courage to show,
May they find solace amidst the pain,
And rise above the judgment, like gentle rain.

Despite the whispers of doubt and disdain,
I hold onto hope in the face of the pain,
In my prayers, I offer love and grace,
For my child, in whom resilience finds space.

Though their appearance draws unwelcome scorn,
I pray for their spirit to be reborn,
To find the resilience to face each day anew,
And in the face of adversity, their courage to renew.

In the tapestry of life, through trials and tears,
I pray for my child to conquer their fears,
To find the strength within, their spirit to mend,
And in the face of hardship, to fiercely defend.