Cinders by Diana

Dear God

Please let Cinders have black wings
when she comes to you.
Silvery white ones just won’t do.
Her nose is black her tongue is black.
That’s the color for the wings on her back.

Wings to carry her back to me
if only in my thoughts and dreams.
She is my soul she is my heart.
Take care of her when we’re apart.

You can make black wings You know how.
Beautiful black wings for Cinders my chow.



24, May 2001