When she was born, her mother cried,
Tears of joy flowed like a stream,
Through the valleys that were carved,
On her face by a rod, when her husband
Had tied her to the bed and beaten her up.
Tears of sorrow, a sea swelled up,
That those were the only few moments she’d see her,
Her daughter did not belong to her,
Had lost it to custody, and she had known,
That to love was to be rich, and money had spoken.
She held her in her arms, looking at her eyes,
They were closed, the eyelashes had a tinge of brown,
And it reminded her of the days when he had said,
He would be with her for the rest of their lives,
And how those brown eyelashes were the sole reason,
He ran off with another princess,
While she the Cinderella stayed back, unaware.
The doctor came in, smiled at her and said,
You’ve been blessed with a fairy, he smiled,
And as he took the girl in her arms,
The mother noticed two small skinny things,
On her baby’s fair back.
She had wings.
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