Hope |
When roses lose their loveliness
When rivers cease to flow; When sunlight fails to warm the air, When starts no longer glow. When birds cannot take to flight, When a ruby’s luster fades; When leaves refuse to fall from boughs, When trees cannot give shade. When fields of flowers wither, When clouds cease making rain; When mountain ranges cast no shadows, When prairies cannot grow grain. When these natural wonders end, When there’s no dusk or dawn; When all life’s miracles cease to be… …Only then will my hope be gone. 1992 |
This expectant mother had a miscarriage in her fourth month of her pregnancy, after five years infertility and several cycles of in-vitro fertilization. She has no children at home and is determined to continue her quest for a child.
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