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| PENNY WAITS |
| A long time ago in horse and carriage days, There stood a big beautiful home on display. The envy and pride of this neighborhood, Ten Twenty Maple was where it stood. It's rambling exterior was Victorian in style, And folk would come to see it from many miles. Of course they would love a glimpse inside, But 'twas forbidden by its owner, Mr. Clyde. Mrs. Clyde was gone you see, she died in giving birth. To a beautiful little baby girl, the most precious on earth. This little babe was so loved by her Dad, But mostly when he looked at her, it made him sad. He was very wealthy and importing was his trade He dealt in antiquities of value and vintage age. So what to do with little babe, who he named Penny He decided to hire a governess and was willing to pay plenty Finally he made his decision and hired the best After talking with many, she ranked above the rest. The only thing that gave him bother, was her name, Because his beautiful wife, Mary, was named the same. So he decided that Penny would call her mother The resemblance was remarkable, be it known to others. He would be away often, and in her care Penny would stay. So he thought if she had a mother there, she would be happy when he was away. Well, the years started to pass, Penny was a pretty young lass, With big brown eyes, olive skin and reddish brown hair. That Mother (as Mary was called) would pull up in a bow to cascade over her shoulders in ringlets of curls to show. For sometime now her Father was gone, more and more, And many days, Penny would wait by the door. "When's Father coming home Mother," she would say And Mary would console her by saying, "I'm sure any day." On occasions Mr. Clyde would appear at last, And he would spend every minute with his lass. Penny loved all the attention and love he would show, And off again before too long, he'd board a ship and go. Away across the Atlantic to London Town to shop He would go on many trips to choose his wares to swap. Always sending Penny a gift each and every time, She waited anxiously for each package so sublime. This time He was gone for an extra long stretch and Mary started to worry, so the police she fetched. Told them her query and why she was worried, See if you can locate him, and for Penny, please hurry. Penny stayed up in her room and stared out at the street below, Watching for any sign of her handsome Father to show. She became so sad, and for food she relented, Still watching from the window trying hard not to resent. Not knowing if it was that he had stopped loving her so The gifts no longer came, she wondered, could it be, though. He wouldn't forget his only little girl, and what of Mary I think he still loves her, even though sometimes he's contrary. At last one day the knocking was heard at the door, We're sorry Mrs. Clyde, your husband was found on shore. The ship had dashed upon some rocks and was lost, His body was found a few miles away in a wash. She thanked them politely restraining her tears How can I tell Penny, the poor little dear. She loves her Father so, even though he was often gone, How can I tell her, he's not coming home. Just then Penny appeared at the base of the stairs, And said, Mother, He's not coming, I am aware, Mary in surprise said "Penny, what do you mean." She replied, " I talked to Father last night in a dream." He told me all about my real Mother, and how she passed away, And that he especially picked you, to take care of me each day. About how much he loves me, and wouldn't take the time, To be here with me more and how he felt it was a crime. But I reasurred him and told him I knew, love is not always what you do It's that special bond that blends our souls together true. And the way you say my name, like it comes from deep within, I knew that you were my Father and will be until the end. I love you Father, and I love you Penny dear ! |
| WRITTEN BY SHIRLEY BARR JUNE 19, 2004 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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| MUSIC: 'Air' from Suite 3 -Bach SEQUENCED AND PERMISSION GIVEN BY |
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