Her mother was due but in spring and yet, here she was feeling her child pushing and shoving, making her way to thy kingdom come…Arriving at her mother’s home, a midwife by chance, she settled in the family bed letting nature take its course…un enfant d’amour.
a birth in haste
tumbling in the family berth
their winter rose
© Tournesol’16/01/08
And so I am a winter rose. You know, it’s very odd, but when I was little I never thought of February as being winter – a memory that just popped back into my mind.
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Cool .. My second son was born in March, but on the 25th, otherwise I don’t know anyone born in that month – how odd!
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I don’t know … they’re certainly close to one another date wise. One of my best friend is a Pisces .. born in February though.
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Thanks, Rall. My grandmother used to say that my mother was her “enfant d’amour” because she was conceived on a Sunday afternoon. And I was born in her bed, hence the “love child”.
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beautiful and sweet with undertones of the recent Christmas celebration of that long ago virgin birth. 🙂
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Thanks so much! It was nice rereading this…I miss my mom so much! Imagine being born in your grandmother’s bed! She was a midwife:)
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Your comments are like sunflowers beaming at me:Vos commentaires sont des sourires des Tournesols