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.


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.