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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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