Pamela Jane Barclay Brown (born 1948) is an Australian poet.
A bag of apples, a pot of homemade jam, a scribbled note, a bunch of golden flowers, a coloured pebble, a box of seedlings, an empty scent bottle for the children. . . . Who needs diamonds and van-delivered bouquets?
For the sake of the sons - and even for the son's future wives - a woman must keep a part of her mind and heart entirely for herself. Every family is better off with a wife and mother who can astonish and occasionally dewilder.
Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers, singers of songs.
Be wary of the horse with a sense of humor.
One small cat changes coming home to an empty house to coming home.
Thank you for being interested. Doesn't sound much but it meant just about everything.
A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea-pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts. Someone to send on messages to Mum. But someone who needs you - who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution. Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything.
If there is a heaven, it's certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.
Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions- 'it wasn't Jezebels fault, Dad. '
The first step to wisdom is to be sure one says and does what one believes.
Give a pup a home and a little love and he will give you his heart forever.
Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.
A cat likes to hear you calling him. He sits in a bush a yard from your shoes - and listens.
Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet.
We have become a society where the artist is regarded as a self-indulgent superfluity, and the person who juggles stocks and shares is an essential part of the economy.
A dog wakens your heart to joy and companionship.
Sisters share the scent and smells. . . the feel of a common childhood.
For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.
Human beings are drawn to cats because they are all we are not — self-contained, elegant in everything they do, relaxed, assured, glad of company, yet still possessing secret lives.