I liked her she would cuddle me
She didn't have kids of her own
But liked me going round her place
"You're a saint" my mother said
She wasn't of course, just Aunt Marge
Helped us out when times were hard
Uncle Ted her husband smiled
Big man who did all the hard work
But no kids came along 'cept me
She had such a big garden
All filled with flowers and shrubs
Looked after lots of chickens too
When they went on holiday
I fed all the chooks for her
Collected the eggs they laid too
She loved her garden and me
Worked hard but her face was sad
I liked her she would cuddle me
There are so many unrecognised saints in this world and I am always reminded how
loving and giving this aunt of mine was to me as a child but she had a sad life herself.
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