the child that waters the rose tree with her tears
is standing with her watering can at the gate
so those who come to see her in the belle epoch painting
can't know they are a century too late
to take her small hand by the shrubbery
when a small cloud comes to hide the radiant sun
to tell her do not cry oh Cinderella
a magic garden waits for little ones
for little ones who cannot understand
the reasons they are scolded out of hand
put in their Sunday frocks and given cakes at times
and other times, forsaken forsaken forsaken
mary angela douglas 25 august 2020
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