In the silence of a mother’s prayer,
A child born with a burden to bear,
Deemed forsaken by the divine above,
With a face resembling a demon, devoid of love.

Suffering etched upon each tender feature,
A fate that seemed a cruel, harsh creature,
Yet in the depths of a mother’s eyes,
Hope flickered, where sorrow lies.

Deformed, as if touched by shadows dark,
A life set apart, a challenging mark,
The world’s gaze unkind, filled with fear,
But a mother’s love, resolute and clear.

Despite the whispers, the judgment’s sting,
She knelt each night, her heart aching,
Praying for her child, a beacon of light,
In the depths of despair, a constant fight.

Through tears that fell like morning dew,
She sought solace, a strength anew,
Beseeching the heavens for a guiding hand,
To lead her child through the desolate land.

Days turned to nights, seasons unfurled,
In the quietude of her prayers, a sacred world,
Hoping against hope, faith unwavering,
For her child’s happiness, tirelessly savoring.

In the face of adversity, she stood strong,
Amidst the whispers that lasted long,
Her love, a shield against the world’s disdain,
A testament to resilience, a mother’s refrain.

And as the years passed, a transformation unseen,
Within the child’s spirit, a light serene,
For in a mother’s love, a miracle did reside,
Guiding her child with unwavering pride.

Though born with a face that sparked fear,
Through a mother’s love, the path became clear,
An unbreakable bond, a tale of grace,
Of love transcending all, in a sacred space.