“Leave the prince speechless,” I heard you declare.
“Please make him notice my eyes and gold hair.
Give him a reason to gaze on my face.
Make me stand out from the rest in this place.”
Granting your wishes was no easy task.
And now you complain? How dare you, I ask!
Go on and moan that you look like monster.
But Cinderella, my dear, you get what you ask for!
Poem © 2014 Rebecca Colby
Illustration © 2013 Sally Kindberg