I selected sonnet No 3 as the inspiration for this months piece of work.
This is how I 'feel' when I look at the photos of myself and my son Guy when he survived his reaction to penicillin as a babe.

Look in your glass
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember’d not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
I repurposed an old piece of embroidery I found in an Op shop. Some of the leaves on the branch were started but I choose my own colours and finish them and added the wreath and the quotation. Looking at it now I see I was also influenced by the Marjory Allingham books written in the 1930's that I was reading at the same time as stitching this piece. The colours and style are certainly 1930's.
I still have no idea what I will stitch for February!