Aunty

she brushed me hair and cared she was always there when I was sad I think of what she'd be like as a mother and I know she'll be like no other she is old but has a heart of gold to tell the angel stories of old it's something an angel herself can hold from being alone to having a family of her own I hope to spoil her children rotten hatred in my life forgotten the day I found out I'm gonna be an aunty and the melody is like a sweet shanty