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My Cinderella Died

My Cinderella died back in the sixties When I realized that there is no glass slipper And no fairy godmother Faerie Tales are make believe And not powerful or worthwhile after you are ten or so and experience pain and grief Sorrow came into my life when I was twelve My soul was hurting powerfully Because my grandmother died. She was amazing, sweet, and had a loving way Everything she did was loving I picked up the tiny glass slipper out of her jewelry box And recognized it as a piece of her It was a prism with a soul And it made the world of hurt feel a tiny bit better. Written 8-24-2020 Contest: Soul Slipper Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann

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Date: 8/25/2020 2:48:00 PM
My Cinderella never died. She was reborn again and again in my daughter and grandaughters. Lucky Me! Smiles, Gershon
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/25/2020 7:34:00 PM
I love this idea!