The arrival of our grandson Devon, <br />Was in the evening at one minute past seven. <br />This lad was in the breech position <br />And a Caesarian delivery the Specialist's decision. <br />Bottom first Devon made his entry, <br />Not the manner of real gentry. <br />His Dad and Mum on him did gaze <br />In happy and euphoric daze. <br />They had been two, but now were three, <br />Fulfilled to be a family.<br /><br />Pam Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/25-5-93/
