the cat started screaming and the newborn did, too
which was which, no one ever could tell
and the mother, she stirred what was left of her stew
pushing memories back down the black well.
the dad was long gone, left the bills by the phone
“I will be there, whatever you need!”
she believed him that day and her heart turned to stone
and she told herself never to plead.
round and round turned the world and the newborn, it grew
and the mother got older and frail
and the son, fully grown, now took care of her, too
while the cat was long gone, cold and pale.