Only Cats Have Nine Lives


A collaboration w/Richard Lamoureux


Her child arrived in a secret way,
hiding him nine months a heavy chore
No daddy just some soldier home from war
Poor little girl, woke up sad every day

She found a cat in the cradle
with a silver spoon and a ladle
Her baby drowned in the tub,
sometimes love can be fatal

Heavy sighs under the moon
Passion made a girl a mommy to soon,
baby born she didn't know what to do
Little boy blue he cried a sad tune

She found a cat in the cradle
with a silver spoon and a ladle
Her baby drowned in the tub,
sometimes love can be fatal

The baby cried all day and every night,
even soft blankets can be wrapped too tight
She placed him in a bath filled with her tears,
leaving him there, she turned off the light

From Vietnam her soldier boy came home,
the first thing he did was reach for the phone
There was no answer, she'd been taken away
That really was a most peculiar day

He found a cat in the cradle
with a silver spoon and a ladle
Their baby drowned in a tub,
sometimes love can be fatal

He would have been two just the other day,
but life was tragically taken away
He should have been protected from life's harms,
just a happy child in his mother's arms

Lullaby nightmare, a young mommy so blue
Soldier cries for the child he never knew
His baby arrived in a secret way
Sadly, there was nothing that he could do


Many thanks to Richard Lamoureux 
for this enriching collaborative endeavor.
Credit goes to Harry Chapin's song, "Cat's in the Cradle."
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Carmack Avatar
May 23, 2017 at 9:06 PM
Powerful collaboration Freddie.
Lamoureux Avatar
April 29, 2017 at 7:56 AM
Good morning Freddie, thanks for making the process a fun one.
Green Avatar
April 27, 2017 at 10:10 AM
The darkest ink is flowing from your pen my friend. A deep poem of the reality that many face, even if it is hidden for the most part. Nicely crafted my friend.
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