Sister Cinderella Poems

once a char maid Cinderella
had hard time finding a fella
	she crashed a party
	thought herself smarty 
outplayed Anastasia and Drizella...

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My Lil' Mama

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As dark gives way
Joy hands light the key
To open the dawn of a new day
As she feels the moment long foresee
Friends, extend to her a...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Peroxide blonde and covered in petals,
Bleach kills flowers - She’s less softener than metal
A body rooted in pride, trying to run, Jackal and hide. 
There’s...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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Stair to Heaven

A spiral stair comes in pieces. 
About one thousand to be sure. 
It is a very large box indeed, 
and weighs about 400...

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Our Tree

The green tree in the box, 
kept in the attic, 
is in pieces. 
Not because it is dead, 
or firewood, 
but a project
to be...

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Explosions
in my mind…

I want to compress my head. 
It is getting larger. 
I am angry…
with, 

(a long sigh)
(the gurgle sound of water draining)
(a hushed unspoken...

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Christmas Princess

I picked you up early, 
we went to your friends. 
I watched as they all…
watched you. 
You laugh lightly, 
and bring joy in your...

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“C” for Christmas, 
(not cancer…)

The packages were bright, 
the tensile shinny, 
the tree full of sparkle,
bright. 

Mom gone now, 
but grandma… 
took up where she...

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I Came By…
(to see you)

You don’t see me. 
I see you, everyday. 
I am afraid to say hello. 
You may say good-bye. 

I just want...

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When I Grow Up

It will be okay. 
I will be six foot 
and five inches.
I will be bigger than him. 
I will be as big...

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The Making of Cookies

The lost art of putting, 
flower, sugar, vanilla,
and cream together.
More than small cakes, 
a distance…
far past “home made”, 
to the sheer land...

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Grandpa

Father of the age, know'er of everything, 
I need to know before the age of six… 
Including all about God. (and teaching me to pray)

Thank...

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