In the wake of my child’s arrival, a moment of joy turned somber,
A facial deformity, a challenge that made my heart clamber,
Feeling abandoned by God, a weight hard to bear,
In the shadows of doubt, I sought solace in prayer.

Each day, as the sun rose and set,
I grappled with a pain I couldn’t forget,
The feeling of abandonment, the questions that loomed,
In the quiet of my prayers, my hopes bloomed.

Watching my child navigate a world unkind,
His resilience, a beacon that steadied my mind,
In his eyes, a depth that spoke of grace,
A reminder that beauty wears many a face.

Through the veil of despair, a glimmer shone bright,
A flicker of hope in the depths of night,
In my prayers, I found a sanctuary,
A place where faith met my child’s reality.

Hoping for relief from his silent suffering,
Praying for comfort, for a gentle buffering,
Believing that God, in His mysterious way,
Would ease my child’s pain, brighten his day.

As the days turned into weeks, then years,
My child’s spirit overcame all fears,
In his laughter, a melody of pure delight,
A reminder that love conquers all plight.

Though the road ahead may still be long,
In my prayers, I find strength to stay strong,
For in the embrace of faith, I see,
A path to peace, for my child and me.

So I continue to pray with a heart that believes,
In the power of hope, in the solace it weaves,
For my child, for relief, for a brighter tomorrow,
In the whispers of my prayers, I find solace and borrow.