Cinderella Inspired Poem

Dorlana Vann ♦ November 9, 2013 ♦ Leave a comment

Dear Cinderella

by Dorlana Vann

Dear Mom,

Cinders on your face and hands, so you said.
Instead of supper you were sent to bed.
No one to play with—No huge castle walls.
Dined on the cold floor like one of the dogs.
Everyday I must hear your sad stories.
Really mother, they are getting boring.
Ellen, you start, you are so very blessed.
Living the sweet life of a spoiled princess.
Let me live it and make my own mistakes.
And you’ll see wealth is not an evil trait.

Your Loving Daughter,

Ellen