Elsa huggled in close,
arms around me,
unable to see my face and tears
as Princess Fiona found true love again.
My own princess Anna turned at a sniffle and asked,
‘Are you crying at Shrek?’
Disbelief evident in her tone and on her face.
How to explain to the blue sateen and gauze beside me
That fabric is deceiving,
That beauty is as beauty does
And that surface is only that.
A lesson repeated for the umpteenth time.
Always worth repeating.
Shrek’s one of the good guys.
A prince among men.
I’m glad dreams work in reality.
And that some princesses are taught to know the difference.
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