In the quiet of each breaking dawn,
A child with a face that fate had drawn,
Deformed, a challenge from the very start,
Leaving a mother with a heavy heart.

Challenging days, an uphill climb,
Yet hope flickered in the depths of time,
Heartbroken but resolute, she stood by,
Praying daily for her child to fly.

The world’s gaze unkind, whispers unkind,
Yet in her love, a strength she’d find,
A mother’s prayers, a soothing balm,
Amidst the storm, a tranquil calm.

Each night, beneath the starlit sky,
She raised her voice to the heavens high,
Beseeching for happiness, for peace to reign,
In the face of struggles, in the midst of pain.

Through tears that fell like gentle rain,
Her love a shield, a steadfast chain,
Binding her child in a cocoon of care,
Weathering the storms with a silent prayer.

Days turned to weeks, then months and years,
A mother’s love, undimmed by tears,
Guiding her child through the darkest night,
With love as the beacon, burning bright.

The deformed face, a mask of fate,
But within, a spirit strong and great,
A child of resilience, a soul so pure,
In the embrace of a love that would endure.

With each sunrise, a new day’s start,
Hope bloomed in a mother’s heart,
For in her prayers, in her loving embrace,
Lay the promise of joy, of grace.

Heartbroken yet hopeful, she stood tall,
In the face of challenges, she gave her all,
Praying for her child’s happiness and well-being,
A testament to a mother’s love, unceasing.