cinderelli

there once was a woman, who lived in her anger,
she beat one son and scolded the other
the daughter she domestically slaved till she was bitter
the beaten son, laid on the slave
there once was a woman who looked the other way.

there once was an old woman who no one would care for
she ordered the slave even though she was married
till the slave found herself repeating the mother

there is an old woman who has 5 children
the husband tragically died,
she is now alone in her anger and quilt
the woman is bitter and old, dementia sets in
eating her mind and her heart, evil becometh

the son she ignored comes to visit out of lost love
the daughter is two faced and pretends to care
the youngest daughter is far away and shares
her toys with the woman for tis all they have in common

the youngest son really wants to care, to visit and help
but far away he lives, taking care of his own

now there is one daughter, let’s call her cinderelli
she toils in sadness that her hope is complete
all she wanted to do was to please this old woman

she was beaten, only trying to be good
one day finally taking her stand
never wanting to marry for she feared she would repeat
each old woman's selfish bad habits
cinderelli toils this old woman in health
a maid, a cook, laundress; self imposed caretaker
till the old woman passes

cinderelli many days counts the cost, her loss and her blessings
a submissive to the heart and very soul of her being
maybe a door mat, yet strong and determined
the old woman will not walk upon her
many times weeping the emotional pain cleansed

her friends are her treasure, acquaintance not
they remind her one day cinderelli will be gone
the wicked witch of the east, the one in the west
will be silenced forever, cinderelli is freed

An unexamined life is not worth living
~~Socrates