Caring for hundreds, if not a few thousand women with HG over 37 years, one discovers something new periodically. One of my “ah-ha’s” early on was the importance of hope. I was inspired to write—which I gave to one of my hospitalized HG’s.

Holding On

Child of mine, you’ll never know
What I went thorough to make you grow!

Time has always passed with speed
Except for now—- when it’s slow indeed.

The waves of misery wax and wane
Is this my price for life’s utmost gain?

When I see you by my side
I know that I will burst with pride.

That you flourished and developed fine….
Oh precious dream… this child of mine.

©1990 Miriam Erick

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