She had a tough time
growing up amongst men.
She wondered about dreams
when she had time, now and then.
She wandered not very far
through the bracken underfoot.
Her feet ached from standing
and were as black as soot.
She longed for romance
she longed for someone to care
to feel like a princess for a day
but had nothing to wear.
Her brothers heard her dreams
in the dead of one lonely night
They found they had some funds
to help their sister's plight.
They disappeared for a day or two
she began to worry where they'd gone.
They returned with bags full of things
and urged her to try the "things" on.
She peeped inside one of the bags
and tears welled in her eye.
For inside was a pair of pretty shoes
and she began to wonder why.
The second bag nearly knocked her off
her tiny little feet s as to speak.
She gently opened the bag just a bit more
to have a second reassuring peak.
She observed lace little shiny beads and
hearts embroidered on the sleeve.
She covered her mouth with her cupped hands
and she could not or dared not even believe.
She had never in her life seen such a pretty dress
it shone from yoke to the hem.
She gently smoothed against her skin
and laid it down again.
Her brothers watched with smiles and tears
their sister was fit for any prince they thought.
She wore white that day all of the day
and was very grateful what they had bought.