Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

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