In the shadow of fate’s mysterious hand,
A child born with a face that seemed to command,
Resembling a demon, a twist of destiny’s thread,
Challenging days lay ahead, with uncertainties spread.

Forsaken by fate, a burden to bear,
A mother’s heart heavy with care,
Facing the world’s gaze, filled with fear,
Yet in her prayers, hope drew near.

Each dawn brought challenging days,
In the child’s eyes, a world ablaze,
The face that sparked whispers unkind,
But in the mother’s heart, love entwined.

Prayers whispered in the quiet of night,
For happiness and well-being, a mother’s plight,
Seeking solace in the heavens above,
Guidance and strength, unwavering love.

Through the trials, the storms that passed,
A mother’s love steadfast, unsurpassed,
In the face of judgment, she stood strong,
Praying daily, her faith a song.

Fate’s hand may deal a difficult blow,
But in the mother’s love, a soothing flow,
A beacon of light in the darkest hour,
A shelter of love, a fortress of power.

Days turned to weeks, then years flew by,
In the child’s gaze, a spark to defy,
The darkness that once seemed to reign,
Now bathed in a mother’s love, a pure domain.

Challenging days met with unwavering grace,
A mother’s prayers a sacred space,
For her child, facing a world unkind,
In her love, solace and peace intertwined.