Cinderella Celebrates an Anniversary
I was the red-haired stepchild.
I slaved as the household drudge,
Tormented by both my sisters,
And I might have carried a grudge.
But I’ve lived in luxury’s bosom
Because of a slipper’s fit.
Shall we ask my sisters to dinner?
I feel like gloating a bit.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Gail White would be
pleased to hear them.