Walk a mile in my shoes...

I am a faithful fan CMU public radio, of NPR and of 'The Writer's Almanac.' If I'm a bit late to work in the mornings, I get to hear Garrison read a poem to me, so it's well worth it.

This morning's poem by the poet & author Ron Koertge is one I just loved! It made me laugh out loud, and then feel very sorry for Cinderella...

Cinderella's Diary

I miss my stepmother. What a thing to say
but it's true. The prince is so boring: four
hours to dress and then the cheering throngs.
Again. The page who holds the door is cute
enough to eat. Where is he once Mr. Charming
kisses my forehead goodnight?

Every morning I gaze out a casement window
at the hunters, dark men with blood on their
boots who joke and mount, their black trousers
straining, rough beards, callused hands, selfish,
abrupt ...

Oh, dear diary—I am lost in ever after:
Those insufferable birds, someone in every
room with a lute, the queen calling me to look
at another painting of her son, this time
holding the transparent slipper I wish
I'd never seen.