In the shadow of adversity, my child came to be,
With a face marred by deformity, stark and free,
Despite the weight of sorrow that grips my soul,
I refuse to believe that God has forsaken their role.

Each day, as the sun rises and the birds sing,
I offer prayers on hopeful wings,
For my child, born with a face so profoundly changed,
To find relief from struggles, to embrace joy unchained.

The mirror reflects a truth hard to bear,
Yet in their eyes, a spirit so rare,
I hold onto faith amidst the storm,
Believing in a love that keeps them warm.

Society may cast its cruel gaze,
But in my heart, a fierce love stays,
I pray for their path to be eased,
For their pain and suffering to be appeased.

In the silence of night, my whispers take flight,
Seeking solace in the darkness, seeking light,
For my child to know happiness, to find their way,
To live a life where joy holds sway.

Though sadness may linger, a constant companion near,
I cling to hope, banishing doubt and fear,
For in my child, I see a strength so pure,
A resilience that will endure.

So I pray each day, with a heart full of love,
For my child, touched by a fate from above,
To find peace in the midst of strife,
And embrace a joyful, meaningful life.