A Cinderella Love
For one enchanted night, I was Cinderella at the ball.
No fairy godmother did I have
to fashion for me a fancy gown
or to see me off that night in a golden carriage,
and yet I knew . . .
at last there had arrived all that I’d ever longed for.
The young man of my dreams appeared as if by magic
the week before I turned seventeen.
I was working in the lowly job of convenience store cashier
when I saw beyond me, his warm, chocolate eyes
flirting with me!
I sneaked peeks at him from my station at the cash register,
watching him as he was sneaking peeks at me!
There he stood near the frozen foods aisle -the handsome Canadian
who would soon reveal to me in conversation
a beautifully sexy French accent.
As we chatted, I imagined myself a Cinderella
who had been missing her other glass slipper.
At last my prince had arrived!
What joy flooded my spirit when by the end of the week,
he placed that coveted glass slipper on my foot,
for I was the girl he chose among all the others he had met
in his brief stay in my city
to be with him before he went away.
The stuff of fairy tales does not compare
to what ensued when my tall, dark, handsome prince
asked me out on a date that last weekend of August.
Summer winked goodbye right before my September birthday,
and in the most indelible sweet summer ending
of all my youth,
I was Cinderella as my prince most charming asked,
“Will you be mine?”
Jan. 8, 2022 for the Be Mine Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
March 16, 2022 for A Brian Strand 1090 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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