In the quiet of dawn, in the stillness of night,
I cradle my child, a beacon of light,
Born with a face that mirrors the dark,
Resembling a devil, leaving a mark.

Each day, I pray with a heart full of love,
Beseeching the heavens for solace from above,
For my child’s suffering to be eased,
In God’s mercy, in His grace released.

Their face, a mystery, a puzzle to bear,
Unique and different, a burden to share,
Yet in their eyes, a spirit so pure,
A soul that shines brightly, a love so sure.

I hold them close, in the warmth of my embrace,
Whispering prayers for their pain to erase,
In their presence, a light that shines through,
A bond unbreakable, strong and true.

Though the world may whisper, may judge and stare,
In my love, my child finds solace there,
A love that’s unconditional, unwavering and deep,
In my prayers, in my heart, my faith I keep.

I earnestly pray for God’s gentle hand,
To alleviate their suffering, to help them stand,
In the face of adversity, in the midst of pain,
May His mercy descend like soothing rain.

In the face of my child, so unique and rare,
I see a beauty beyond compare,
In their laughter, in their innocent smile,
I find solace, even in trials so vile.

My child, born with a face that sets them apart,
Yet in my eyes, they’re a masterpiece of art,
In my prayers, in my hopes, in my love so true,
I find strength to face each day anew.