Tell me grandma one more time,

Another of your story rhymes

Of a girl from long ago,

Whose heart was as pure as snow.

Tell me how she went from poor,

To a princess all adored.

And how the prince swept her away,

Just like all the stories say.


Dearest Gran although your gone,

I believe I've found the one.

He doesn't have a castle though,

Or any wealth he can show.

But he's the man who makes me smile,

and believe me, that's life's worth while.

Like a fairy tale we met,

Each precious day I won't forget.


In your stories I recall,

Life's not so easy after all.

An evil witch, a tyrant king

Bring on pain and suffering.

We had our share and that's for sure

True love alone can't be our cure.

But I will fight until at last,

I hold the coveted slipper of glass.

Lucy Zamora

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