A Flower Like No Other my child Not deformed but like a flower beautifully different

A Flower Like No Other my child

To some, my child was born “different”

but to me, he is perfect,

beautiful,

a soul sent with purpose.

God gave him to me with a message clear:

This one is yours.

Like a flower that grows wild

off the path,

not shaped by rules

or trimmed to please,

still, he blooms,

still, he stirs hearts

to fill with instant love.

Some see deformity.

I see wonder.

I see strength wrapped in soft skin,

a story written in breath and heartbeat.

He is mine to hold,

to nourish,

to cherish,

to protect.

He is life,

not broken,

not lacking,

just different,

and deeply loved.

His world will be made of warmth,

his days filled with admiration

from two parents

and siblings

who know what true beauty means.

Not less than,

but more.

He is my child,

not born deformed,

no,

born just differently,

like one of God’s flowers.