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.


Gail White

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Gail White   would be pleased to hear them.