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West Texas Froze on The Day I was Born

by Sandy M. Humphrey

Mama says on the day I was born
Cold wet rain fell in West Texas
Wednesday was weary, dreary
Not unusual for October I suppose
The magic and mystery of my birth
Was that in Lubbock on the day I was born
The rain turned to snow and red roses bloomed
As this baby girl said move over world make room

Mama says I was born with a fever and a sore throat
Because she had one I had to have one too
Just goes to show from my very first breath
I have been empathic; if you felt it I felt it too
Something I mastered as the years flew by
And we traveled the Midwest I grew into my
Gypsy ness picking up on some magic
Here and there reading palms and minds

Wednesday the fog hung low, Oklahoma City
Was socked in with rain and mist as we celebrated
Weary, dreary just like when I was born
Not unusual for October mid I suppose but outside
My mothers home the roses still bloom
I look for magic and mystery and sometimes
I just want to say to the world be still and give me room
Remember how it snowed on the day I was born

10/16/2009

Author's Note: Snow and Red Roses a baby girl born to midwest southern baptist traveling salesmen gypsy tribes do not happen often I presume, I am fifty plus now so I am collecting the magic and the memories.

Posted on 10/16/2009
Copyright © 2020 Sandy M. Humphrey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/16/09 at 10:06 PM

...sandy. a good frothy head to a cascade of ooohbrrr and the brightnes and warmth of a "you" being born, but then "YOU" were born...cool pome, i love the '...day i was born thingee.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/17/09 at 10:19 PM

I can hear Dolly Parton softly singing this in the background. I love the roses and the rain, the snow and the Gypsy magic in this. Thank you.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/30/09 at 06:02 PM

Well, you just charmed the hell out of me with this lullaby, this soft remembrance. I love it because it gives you to me in your own words. The internal rhymes work so very beautifully. We go through Oklahoma City once in a while and again pretty soon, and I will remember you and how you made the world make room. Thanks gypsymom. You're beautiful.

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