In the shadow of sorrow, my heart heavy and worn,
I gaze upon my child, their face deeply torn,
By a severe deformity, a burden hard to bear,
A sight that fills my heart with despair.

Despite their laughter, their spirit so bright,
I am consumed by sorrow, by an endless night,
For in their face, I see a story untold,
Of struggles endured, of a fate so cold.

I wonder why God has turned away,
Leaving my child to suffer, to bear the dismay,
In their severe deformity, a weight so great,
A test of strength, of love, of fate.

Their face, a mask of trials and pain,
Yet in their eyes, a flicker of hope remains,
A resilience that shines through the darkest hour,
A spirit untouched by the cruel hand of power.

I am heartbroken, for it seems God has forsaken,
Leaving my child’s spirit shaken,
To endure a journey filled with strife,
A battle against the odds of life.

I hold onto faith, though it wavers and strains,
Praying for solace, for healing rains,
For my child to find peace in their own skin,
To see beyond the deformity, the pain within.

In their suffering, in their silent plea,
I find strength in their unwavering glee,
In their severe deformity, a lesson I learn,
Of love, of resilience, of faith’s steady burn.