This is the real grave of Cinderella. She can be visited at Rose Bill Historic Cemetary in Macon, Georgia... high above the Ocmulgee River.
Photograph by Mariah Rowse 2006

Cinderella was a small girl's dream a long, long time go
She really did exist for me in fairytale folklore
I think the child in me was she, like every other girl
Who looked for her Prince Charming in silks with onyx curls
Childhood dreams resided in a chest of dreams
Where stress was locked out of the code of wonderful old things
I walked today upon the hill above the Ocmulgee
Rounded the lane and stood face to face with my childhood dream
An angel stood before my eyes in stoic granite stone
I couldn't move, was mesmerized ,at what I'd come upon
With aromatic breeze just then, in petuclli laced vanilla
Standing in awe I read the stone, here lies Cinderella
I shook my fears loose just then,I read the epitaph
Cinderella lived and died, was loved and that's a fact
Here in middle Georgia, right at the river's side
The Princess of all my years loved before she died
She found her real Prince Charming, this brought me to my knees
This fairytale had lived a life...she chose to BELIEVE !!!!!