My Old Mum (she was never that)

Twenty years between us
My old mum and me.
And she was only twenty 
When she sat me on her knee.

She filled my mind with sunshine
And left me in no doubt.
That what was hers was mine
And she would do without.

My auntie said she'd rather her four
Than just the one of me
But my mother wouldn't have swapped her
For all of China's tea.

She said she'd take her last crumb

And put it on my tongue.
I never saw the time go by
She always seemed so young.

"What's it like having a forty year old son?"
I asked her that day.
"What's it like having a sixty year old mum?"
I was surprised to hear her say.

She danced on tables at parties
And we were all in her gang.
She taught us where the heart is
And everybody sang.

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