Sunday, October 18, 2009
Cinderella Lost
Has anyone seen her
my sister
with the tattered skirt?
She was passing through
just a moment ago
with little ones in her arms
and a sack around her hip.
We used to dream together
hiding under the bed with
flashlights
pretending we were
going to the ball
to meet the Prince.
We said we would share
our slippers made of glass
and take turns baking
bread for him
but he turned out
to be an ordinary man.
Knew nothing of glass slippers,
Can you believe it?!
Joanne Cucinello
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As someone who just spent the weekend comforting her own broken-hearted sister, I definitely hear this one.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you do, Adelaide. You must be her best friend too. There's nothing like the comfort of a sister who has loved you through the years.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Joanne
Poignant and thought provoking, this piece makes me long for childhood, or maybe just a grand child to relive it with.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Ann and by the way, your photography is AMAZING!! You've got the gift for sure!
ReplyDeleteJoanne