CINDERELLA
I remember the evening,
I watched my mother dressing for a ball.
A Cinderella
Now, elegant and lovely.
I remember,
The stylishness of her black faille dress
With its swirling waltzing skirt.
Its shoe string straps.
I remember,
The feel of her silky stockings
Her slippers and evening purse,
Shining and clinking like stars.
I remember,
The fragrance of her flowery perfume,
Her glowing happiness
As she was whisked away to the ball.