Before the Clock Chimes

by Jen

By Megan Elliott

Cinderella you’ve heard of millions of times,
But my story’s forgotten before the clock chimes
Well you would do well my little friend
To remember my story right to the end
So close your eyes, forget about sight,
And I’ll take you back to that magical night.
As I happily readied myself in my home
This is what happened: I was all alone. . .

Tonight’s the night, the royal ball,
And I’m the fairest of them all
My hair is curled my step is light,
I bet I am a lovely sight
Just one thing more before I go,
The mirror will my reflection show
My mirror is magic it does not lie
It says what society sees tonight
As I approach it in my dress,
I’m primped, perfumed, and neatly pressed
So I stand in front of this mirror of mine,
And ask a question as old as time

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
“Not you” my reflection said with a sneer,
“For you are far too fat my dear,
Your hair, it might as well be strings,
Your arms, what funny looking things,
Your feet too big, your eyes too small,
You should not go to the royal ball
Your knees are knobby; your nose sticks out,
Your legs are short, chubby, and stout.
Do not get in your carriage tonight
For you are so ugly- a ghastly sight.”

I ran away with tears to cry
I thought that night I’d rather die,
I went to my favorite spot near a tree
Alone to cry, just ugly me.
But as I sobbed, someone took my hand.
I looked up- ’twas the Prince of all the land!
“Why do you cry sweet friend of mine,”
He said with a smile so gentle and kind.
“I am ugly,” was all I could say
“I cannot go to the ball this day”

“Ugly my child? Who told you such lies?
Now, get on your feet, and dry your eyes.
On beauty I’ll teach you a thing or two,
Beauty like yours comes in numbers so few
Your hands are clean your heart is good,
You try to do just as you should.
You’re kind to others, no matter who
Why I don’t know anyone kinder than you,
You’re willing to give even if it’s not much
You’re there to assure with a gentle touch
You show how you care everyday
You smile at everyone who passes your way
Talk of ugliness I’ll not hear again,
For you are fairest in all the land.”

He gave me a hug and left with a smile,
And I sat and thought for a little while.
If I were ugly the Prince would know,
Since he thinks I’m not, to the ball I should go.
So I dried my tears and walked away,
And never forgot what I learned that day.
And I had a wonderful time at the ball,
For I am beautiful after all.

{ 14 comments… read them below or add one }

Anonymous April 30, 2005 at 10:45 pm

This was a sweet little poem with a wonderful message until the part in the last stanza that read:

If I were ugly the Prince would know,
Since he thinks I’m not, to the ball I should go.

Self-confidence in one’s outer and inner beauty ought to come from within, not from reflecting our image of beauty from a man’s view. We shouldn’t sink to relying on a man to reassure and validate our concept of beauty.


Jen May 1, 2005 at 7:31 pm

Actually, the prince in the poem represents the Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ.

Our sense of self-worth should be based in him.


Anonymous September 30, 2005 at 6:40 am

I really liked this poem, cause a lot of the time I feel like the girl in the poem. I’m a little over weight, my little brother towers over me (and is always reminding me of it), and I sit next to my friend (who just happens to be the cutest girl in the world) every morning. So just about every time I look in the mirror I hear it telling me how ugly I am, but I have tried to teach myself to say this: “Well I may be a little over weight, but I have good friends that don’t care what I look like, and Heavenly Father that loves me no matter what I look like. So if they don’t care I don’t, I’m jjust gonna go out there and have fun.” And I do!


Anonymous October 5, 2005 at 7:47 am

I truly LOVED this poem! I thought it was so perfect. For one of my value projects I am panning YW in Excellence. My theme is “The Loyal to the Royal Within You.” I decided that I am going to read this poem because it’s so pretty!


Amy October 31, 2005 at 5:23 pm

This is a lovely poem: it held me captive the whole time.
Then I came back to the real world.

I wish someone would tell me that. I feel like nobody appreciates the hours that go into just finding a modest top that i wouldn’t be ashamed to wear in front of Jesus Christ. Guys don’t seem to care that I help other people and stuff.

I keep telling myself that it doesn’t matter what anybody but God thinks, but I like to think that I am beautiful inside AND out.

Thanx for listening to me rant…It helped.


Anonymous November 21, 2005 at 7:02 pm

i totaly agree. you could be the most gorguse girl but if your not nice to others and if your not beautiful on the inside then no one will see your outward beautie.
Beautie is how bright the soul shines.


mary August 16, 2006 at 7:45 pm

that was beautiful.


Anonymous October 8, 2006 at 2:23 pm

i LOVE that poem! it’s so beautiful because it shows that the world isnt always right. each and every daughter and son of god is beautiful in their own way. sometimes people judge you because you dont dress or talk the way they do. but that isnt right, their just not looking deep enough! now i just wish my prince charming would come and say that to me!<3


Anonymous December 29, 2006 at 2:48 pm

Like everyone else, I loved the poem. How comforting to know I am not alone in those feelings! I used to deal with them by just telling myself God loves me. That helped for a while, but after a few thousand times, it began to sound rather empty and platitude-like. Then I came up with a new strategy, which I would highly recommend. Whenever I feel ugly, I write a limerick about why. Sometimes they remind me of how blessed I am, and sometimes they just make me feel silly for worrying about it. Either way, they make my perspective more like my Heavenly Father’s. Here are couple examples.

Every girl smiles in the mirror,
But I know that my smile is queer.
A frown looks more fitting,
So I’ll wear unremitting,
A frown ‘till my last day and year.

I know that my thighs are too fat
They spread out as soon as I sat
Perhaps it’s a blessing
Were they thin I’d be dressing
Immodestly, so thank God for fat!


Anonymous March 26, 2007 at 10:07 am

Well I thought that it was lovely,
I really enjoied reading it.
Thank you for posting this, I look forward to more as wonderful as this.
Like so many others, I too suffer from thoughts of not being pretty, thin, and tall enough to be noticed.
Thank you again for posting this.


Grace April 29, 2007 at 3:45 pm

Wow, its crazy that I read this poem just now, because yesterday I was at a Relay For Life and got to meet a lot of my high-schoolers friends, and as me and a girl I had just met were walking the track, we started talking about beauty and make-up and clothes. One of the things she said was, “Its strange how someone may seem really pretty when you first meet them, but as you get to know them and they are really not a nice person, they start to look less and less attractive. But when I get to know someone who is kind and self-confident with values, they look incredibly beautiful in my eye.” So true, and this girl wasn’t even LDS!


Syd August 7, 2007 at 4:22 pm

I loved this poem. It shows that true beauty comes from the inside. Who you are on the inside is more important than what you look like on the outside.


Shanny August 29, 2011 at 4:19 pm

That is beautiful! I can totally relate to that. Totally.


shanny September 15, 2011 at 10:52 am

Wow. I wish I could write like that! Beautiful.


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