In the shadows of each prayer I send,
Lies a sorrow that refuses to bend,
For my child, born with a deformity rare,
I feel a weight that’s too much to bear.

Each day, as I kneel and bow my head,
I feel a sense of despair and dread,
Believing my child, in God’s grand plan,
Has been forsaken, dealt a heavy hand.

Questions echo in the silence of my plea,
Why this burden on my child and me?
As tears mingle with each whispered word,
In the depths of anguish, my soul is stirred.

I watch my child with eyes of pain,
Their struggle etched like a haunting stain,
In their innocence, a beauty shines bright,
Yet my heart aches in the veil of night.

I question faith, in moments of despair,
Wondering if anyone up there cares,
Why this path of thorns we tread,
Why my child bears this heavy thread.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope in the endless night,
Through the tears and the silent cries,
A love for my child that never dies.

In the depths of sorrow, a love so deep,
For my child, in my heart, I keep,
Praying for strength, for courage to cope,
In this journey of pain, in this tunnel of hope.

May God grant me solace in this trial I face,
May my child find peace, in a world of grace,
Though sadness weighs heavy, faith I hold tight,
In the darkest hour, may there be a glimmer of light.