In the quiet chambers of my heart, a parent’s sorrow weaves,
For a child grappling with challenges that seem like towering eaves,
Their face a mirror of pain, reflecting struggles deep,
It breaks my heart to watch them, in hardships steep.

Each dawn brings a new day, each dusk a heavy sigh,
As I watch my child beneath a heavy sky,
Their visage a canvas of trials and tears,
I offer up my prayers, embracing their fears.

The challenges they face, like mountains tall,
Seeming insurmountable, a daunting wall,
Yet in the depths of their eyes, a flicker of grace,
A spirit resilient, a soul to embrace.

Every day, my prayers ascend like a gentle dove,
For strength and resilience, wrapped in love,
Guiding them through the shadows, the pain, and the strife,
Nurturing hope in the garden of life.

I yearn for their burdens to lighten, their path to clear,
For their spirit to soar above doubt and fear,
In the face of adversity, may they find their way,
With courage as their compass, leading the day.

I offer my prayers like whispered songs in the wind,
Hoping they find solace, their spirit unpinned,
In the tapestry of challenges, may they find their thread,
Weaving resilience and strength, where hope is spread.

Though the road may be rugged, the journey long,
I pray for my child to emerge brave and strong,
In the face of the insurmountable, may they find a way,
Guided by love and courage, each passing day.

It breaks my heart to see them in pain’s embrace,
Yet in my prayers, I find a sacred space,
A beacon of hope, a light shining bright,
Guiding them through the darkest night.