In the hush of a parent’s shattered dream,
A child born with a deformity, it may seem,
Heartbroken, feeling abandoned by the divine,
Yet in your love, a flickering hope will shine.

The weight of sorrow, a burden so deep,
As you watch your child, a vigil you keep,
Born with a form that sets them apart,
Yet in your eyes, they are a work of art.

The questions linger, why this fate?
Why must they carry this weight?
Feeling forsaken by the heavens above,
Yet in your prayers, you find solace and love.

Daily, you kneel with a heavy heart,
Praying for your child, a loving art,
For well-being, for happiness each day,
To guide them through life’s winding way.

In the silence of your whispered plea,
A bond of love and strength you see,
Your child, a beacon in the night,
Guiding you with their pure light.

Despite the challenges that lie ahead,
In your love, they find a stead,
A shelter in the storm of uncertainty,
A love that blooms in its purity.

Though the road may seem long and steep,
In your prayers, your love runs deep,
For their well-being, for their joy and grace,
In your embrace, they find their place.

So, in the midst of your heart’s sorrow,
Remember, in your love, there’s a tomorrow,
Praying for their happiness, their light to shine,
In your love, a sanctuary, pure and divine.