The Cinderella Road Poem by Chester Maynes

We picked sunflowers on a summer glade
Chased the butterflies of many colors
The golden sun gutters a ray of life
Our songs on a Sunday morning are delight

Life can be a pancake of honey and butter
Our mouth savors a sweet taste of heaven
We crave the piquant not the bland
Our kitchen is a diverse mixture of oil and spice

This is the Cinderella road
We left a smidgen of hopeless home
We smile at this new ambiance
Our spoons are filled with cinnamon grains


(written on July 27,2009 Danang City Vietnam)