A Daughter of No Consequence

A daughter of no consequence
Feline countenance
Married off—
Sold to some high bidder;
A piano with keys barely out of tune
Just so—
Each note slightly off;

A kilter all her own—

Demeanor reckless—a tad
But really quite sound of body
With wide birthing hips
A good mother someday—
Perhaps.

Ever a feline countenance—

She will sweep floors
And whistle
While she works
To concentrate on tasks—
Mundane tedium a woman
Is born to.

A daughter of no consequence—

Plato in the bath tub,
Once the apples are in the pie.
Jack rabbits in the garden
And she feeds them all the carrots—
None left for the stew
Tonight.

A kilter all her own—

Her words are fleeting—
Little bug zaps of lightening
When she chances to open her mouth
And the long haired style of the time
Suits her perfectly—

As do the rubber boots she wears
To dig in mouths of clams—
For a pearl
That will buy her happiness.

A feline countenance—quite

She believes that when she dies
She will become one with the night stars;
Finally a chance to shine

A daughter of no consequence
With a kilter all her own—