Pam Brown 

Marlborough, New Zealand 

  
 
 

Born 26-9-28 Gillingham, Kent, daughter of Florence and Charles Weston. Educated in Kent. Married Fred Brown 22-12-51 and have three children, Kevin, Gary and Jill; and a granddaughter and three grandsons. A retired clerical worker belonging to: Marlborough Historical Society, Genealogical Society, Greypower, Senior Kiwi, Association of Anglican Women, Craft Group, Needlework and Ladies Guilds. I write of everyday happenings in which I see humour, family and nature. I aim to cheer and help; encourage, not criticize; conserve the world's resources.
 

Family Tree

Two separate entities, Fred and me 
Met, wooed, wed, and thus became we. 
Emigrated, worked hard, bought a section and saved, 
Then built a home and a family we craved. 
On a Friday 13th came our first, a prem. boy, 
And two years later came another male joy. 
Three years went by - we were joined by a daughter, 
Dad took to her like a duck to the water.

24-7-86

Of our four grandchildren, Anna was first. 
We were so happy we felt we might burst. 
Pop was excited and took several snaps, 
Film finished, discovered a memory lapse. 
The camera was empty, no film did it hold, 
Excusing his error by blaming the cold 
Pop quickly went home and put matter right, 
Soon had Anna focused and in the right light. 
Snaps taken, hands shaken, all filled with mirth 
Because of this dear little first grandchild's birth. 
 

6-10-87

We were sleepy and yawning at four in the morning, 
When we heard we'd a grandson, Roman Merlin. 
For Anna a brother, a son for her Mother, 
And her Dad was so glad a wee wizard he had. 
Would I look after Anna as he had to work? 
Aunties and Uncles all came to view, 
Bringing presents for Roman and flowers for Mum. 
Pop came next day and we all drank a toast, 
To the new baby boy who has brought so much joy.

25/5/93

The arrival of our grandson Devon, 
Was in the evening at one minute past seven. 
This lad was in the breech position 
And a Caesarian delivery the Specialist's decision. 
Bottom first Devon made his entry, 
Not the manner of real gentry. 
His Dad and Mum on him did gaze 
In happy and euphoric daze. 
They had been two, but now were three, 
Fulfilled to be a family.

19-12-95

I was there ahead of this babe being born, 
It was hoped to be natural in the early morn. 
I looked after Devon with tea, bath, and bed, 
With the new babe to come in the hours ahead. 
A Caesarian section as the child lay transverse, 
Was the opinion of the Specialist and Nurse. 
At three forty-seven a.m. a son, Taylor, the outcome, 
Exhausted but pleased were his Dad and his Mum
All poems Copyright © 1997 Pam Brown. All rights reserved.