Glass

Oh Cinderella,

A maid to life

Cleaned up not only her house

But cleaned up her sadness

By going to the ball.

Her joy was as

Fragile as glass

And her contentment

Broke like glass

As she swept away

Dirt and hate.

She was fulfilled

By a wish

That was granted with a swish

Of a wand

She was a chandelier-

Fancy and above everyone,

A chandelier that was made of glass

Like her slippers

They were fragile.

The frail glass slippers were

Like her dainty skin.

Glass can break easily

But her heart did not break.

Life for her became sweeter.

Her life went from tired feet

To a beautiful waltz-
Royal and graceful.