In the cradle of my arms, I hold a precious soul,
A child born with a face that fate has left unwhole,
My heart aches with a love so deep and pure,
I pray for their happiness to endure.

Through tear-streaked nights and whispered pleas,
I cradle my child with all my heart’s decrees,
Their eyes, a window to a world unknown,
Their spirit, a light that brightly shone.

Born with a face so severely deformed,
In a world where beauty is often normed,
I watch them navigate a path so tough,
Yearning for happiness, more than enough.

Feeling abandoned by the hand of fate,
I pray for strength, for love so great,
To shield them from the world’s cruel gaze,
To guide them through life’s intricate maze.

In their laughter, in their innocent smile,
I find solace, if only for a while,
Their resilience, a beacon in the night,
A testament to their unyielding light.

I whisper words of love and hope,
In the darkness where shadows grope,
For my child, born with a face unique,
A heart so pure, a spirit meek.

May they find joy in life’s embrace,
Despite challenges they may face,
May happiness bloom in their soul,
A beacon of light making them whole.

I pray for my child, my precious one,
For strength, for courage in battles won,
To rise above the hand they were dealt,
And find happiness in the cards that were felt.