She sits in her tower, young and fair
Golden locks flowing with those oh so blue eyes
Waiting for Prince Charming
until gold started graying
and blue started dying
Waiting forever,
a childhood gimmick
1955
She’s in the kitchen
in her pink, gingham apron
Her fair white skin staring back
through the washed porcelain dishes
Delicate, Dainty, Dignified
A Man’s Dream
An American Dream
Pretty little thing
they say
Translucent dreams
occupy her thoughts
Days go by without any change
“Honey, I’m home!”
She grabs His coat, His gloves, His hat,
smiling with her pretty white teeth
Dinner awaits
like always
A childhood promise
kept and broken after all these years
Rewind 20 years
She’s on the living room floor
dressing up her baby dolls
Pink, white, lace ribbons
to tie up their pretty golden locks
A pretty little doll
for daddy’s pretty little girl
Boom!
Her Brother’s outside
lining up his toy soldiers
Boom! Boom! Boom!
War plays a tough game
2017
She’s still waiting
But not for her Prince
She’s waiting for tomorrow
Waiting with a broken heart
Holding on to broken dreams
that are still stuck in yesterday
Like a broken record player
rewinding and rewinding but never moving on
She waits and waits until she sees gold again