Cinderella... I Think Not- (For My Christopher)

The way I feel...

Cinderella, Cinderella

A beautiful girl you are.

Off to the ball in one orange pumpkin,

Probably quicker to take a car.

We read your story

Night by night

And yes we wished

With all our might

To meet the Prince

Of our dreams,

Just like you did

And it seems,

Our wish won’t ever

Quite come true

Because how can we be

Just like you?

We’ve no fairy godmother

To tap her wand and make us pretty

While in our sad little house

Alone we’re sitting.

But Mrs. Cinderella

That’s okay.

I’ve found my prince

Another way.

He’s better than yours

For he is real

And still inside,

The magic I feel

Is brought by him

Not some kindly old lady

And no clock was there

Lurking, waiting

To steal me away

As midnight tolled

In fact, if I might

Be so bold…

I no longer dream of your story

Your magic pumpkin ride

For I have a prince

That is all mine,

And Cinderella, dear,

My friendly little girl.

Our love is more precious

Than all the magic in your world.

Author's Note

This is for Christopher, so if you don't like it, that's okay. Christopher is the one that matters.