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.