Late Night Princess, Morning Fairy Tale
I am a happily tethered, curly-headed, gauzy shade of pale-
late night princess, a morning fairy tale.
I live for today, and worry not a peep-
sing to my own music, dance to my own beat.
Working long and hard is my passion-
no matter the job, no matter the reason.
Hands are sore and hurt most of the time-
bones crackle and snap like a Vegas chorus line.
But even if my valleys are forged and mountains climbed-
the dream of adventure is still so sublime.
Sadly, life is not perfect; children and family are obscure-
carrying their hellos and “toot-a-loos” like armor to be sure.
But that’s OK, that’s all right; I love them anyway-
for they’ll grow up to hellos and “toot-a-loos” of their own someday.
Now that I am older and a Princess Past;
I reign for tomorrow; no regrets at last.
-p.o.martig