Good Morning Brother Bryan, Here's a very special poem our mum wrote the day you was born 💗: "The baby that your Mummy Grew a long time in her Tummy Came out, one night when 'twas dark Yes, they called him Bryan Mark. He doesn't make much noise Not like the other boys, So please make sure you creep, When he's gone fast asleep, Then when he wakes at last You can talk to him and gas Play him records all day long He'll love your rubbish song I will feed him when he cries, With my nipples, what a size! We'll bath him in the morning, And stay in if its pouring, We'll change the nappy that he wore, So his little bum, it won't get sore. We'll take him rides out in the van And for walks out in his new brown pram, I'll take you both down to the park, Yes, Alex, me and Bryan Mark. 28.4.1979.