Fame

Seeking a better life and with chance at hand, our new life awaits Wife hires on as servant, daughter and I stowaway as it departs Our life's dreams sail on the USS Titanic, a new future to create daughter and I conceal ourselves while wife toils with bunk-mates We would change places to stay warm from bitter cold and storm my young baby I wrapped up tight, this kept her warm to my delight We count days till our new home, I worry and pray my wife is warm A few days passed till that night I awoke in sheer terror and fright Hearing metal tear, as cries and screams begin a siren sounds above We're in warmth deep beneath the decks I grab my joy to face regret We're not far from mom, I push and shove to get her one deck above The time is short as I open door, to reveal wife's tears, glad to see, yet to escape I tie a rope about our waists for in this flight can't separate Then we begin our quest to the night air knowing we're 5 decks below scaling 2 decks with speed, all converge but keep moving can't hesitate Baby in hand we drag and claw moving to air, all moving with the flow One more flight of stairs to fresh air, I take wife's hand to lead her their Ship tilts as we get through door to sky then falling down into the night A sudden jerk as rope catches pipe saving us as others fall in pairs with bitter cold and death insight, I plan again how to win this fight A mans wool coat 4 feet above I grab his coat as life slips from hope Wrapping about my baby and wife, for warmth, in this my last night Water rising swiftly only a few feet below, I swing wife and cut rope Their flight to the ocean, as I follow them into the icy cold midnight We find each other in this dark abyss, then fight to swim to life We reach trash still afloat raising wife and babe to safety I cover tight death assured in my last fight I tie raft to boat and tell my loving wife I love you both fight to save your lives, as I sink from view in the night Hours passed her body heat spent, pulls to boat in her last attempt She wraps baby in all the clothes and begs they save her from my fame Her baby safe as she can plan she cuts the rope with this last lament When you all survive, let all who ask know my sweet daughter's name This is a fictional account of the youngest survivors journey to safety, Elizabeth Gladys Dean