The beautiful thing about fairy tales
Is they end “happily ever after.”
No tomorrows, no ensuing details,
Only wedding bells and tinkling laughter.
As little girls we wish on our candles
That we will be granted a life so sweet.
We hanker for Cinderella’s sandals
And even after the size of her feet.
But in her ball gown and glass shoes that night
She did not realize what she had begun.
What happened when Prince Charming wasn’t quite?
And they found that in common they had none
Except for a breakable shoe and vow?
Oh, Fairy Godmother, where are you now?