Kitty Made The Deep

A poem about a little girl whose heart's desire gets fulfilled tragically.

Kitty of 14 made me sportin'.

Asked, "If we could take the boat?"

I looked at Kitty, eyes all wettin'.

By the pier, both we stood.

Kitty of 14 sought the frothin',

Seeking the fishes on shore.

Anchor all ready, Captain steady--

We hauled it to the floor.

Kitty of 14 made her totin',

Fish food in a basket.

Fastening a tack, haulin' her back,

Like a rookie holdin' a musket.

Kitty of 14 caught 'em floatin'.

She pulled with all her mirth.

Dad all helpin', with a random jerkin'.

Her catch was not much worth.

Kitty of 14 started scoldin'.

Asked Dad to step back....

She edged by the prow, determined now

To again try her luck.

Kitty of 14 drew her linin'.

Yet, little did not budge.

Dad was near, but Kitty didn't fear.

She pulled with a lurch.

Kitty of 14 lost her footin'.

She fell into the water.

Dad was near, but had much fear.

He jumped a bit later.

Kitty of 14 started flailin'.

The tide was pretty strong.

Holdin' tighter, a rope so lighter--

Dad was in the wrong.

Kitty was finer, came up higher.

Her face all puffed up.

Like a babe born anew, like life won't renew--

How she cried on her tub.

Kitty was finer, never much shier.

Dressed in lovely knits.

Casket of a size, like angel abide--

She slept with beautiful lips.

Mom turned to alcohol. Dad did recall

How Kitty made the deep.