Oh, I've lost a pretty penny
A shiny, golden Penny
I'd found her unexpectedly
You don't know what she meant to me

My pretty. tiny Penny
So small, unknown to many
I'd lost her there along the way
And lost what she might be someday

You'll never see my Penny
My pretty shiny Penny
She used to live beside my heart
In someplace warm and safe and dark

But I lost my little Penny
Misplaced my golden Penny
Shes someplace else, she's lost to soon
And left behind an empty room

No echos left from Penny
My quiet, silenced Penny
No chance to change, to move and grow
But Ill see her now, where e're I go

Was that my golden Penny?
Her shine, I see in many
These tiny girls, their hair in curls
All bows and smiles and frills and twirls

What happened to my Penny?
My tiny, pretty Penny.
I held her once, and now she's gone
Away, above, below, around

Oh, my pretty Penny
Beloved by so many
Who knew you not, but spoke on end
Of times too far off to comphrehend

My only shiny Penny
I loved you, baby Penny
We took a chance, and now the cost:
We've loved and hoped and dreamed and lost.
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Written in order to process the loss of a tiny baby girl that did not belong to me. From the perspective of a friend of mine who will never realize the hopes and dreams she had for a little baby girl named Penelope.

For those of you who know me, I do not wish to mention, refer to, link to or otherwise indicate that this journal entrey exists outside of DA. I need to have this separate. The mum does not need to see this. Please be respectful.