Ageless Joy
Let God shape a sphere for her face; let the wind gently blow her fragile graying locks. Let her brow, framed in smooth folds, resemble the rocking waves of the desert sand. Let her nose crinkle in laughter. Let her eyes, peering from above her laughing cheeks, sparkle with joy. Let her face look heavenward with an expression between delight and surprise. Let her mouth open wide in laughter, years younger than her self. Let her lips be thin and smooth; pink and fresh, like the first bud of the cherry blossom. Let her straight, porcelain teeth sparkle, and her breath be that of a fresh spring day. With love, let God mould her soft and rounded chin-God the creator of joy and beauty. Let the skin of her neck gently drape away from her face. Let her gentle voice set forth laughter and surround those around her. Let her shoulders curve with age, smooth, not angular, their structure small and delicate, showing her fragility. Let her hands clap together, delighting in the moment.
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Michelle, that is awesome!
A Ninth Grader in N NV:
Let him wear a perfectly shaped midnight-blue baseball cap, angled lopsidedly, enhancing his boyish features. Let his sandy hair be rumpled and sticking out in all directions in the perfect way, like a sea anemone. Let his caramel colored eyebrows be able to pull together, smooth out and crease in hundreds of different ways, alerting those around him of his emotions. Let his nose be small and rounded like a grape on a vine. Let his amber eyes shine, bright and vibrant with a childish joy. Let his face radiate with boyish charm and mischief. Let his mouth always crave ice cream and sweets and let it never stop chattering. Let there be a beauty mark above his lip like a permanent chocolate drop. Let his smile be filled with holes where baby teeth have fallen out and not been replaced by adult pearls. Let his breath smell of hamburgers and sugary sweets. Let his chin be small, rounded and still not yet matured. Let his neck be seamless and smooth, not taking away from his boyish charm. Let his shoulders be perfectly proportioned and tensed with the anticipation of another adventure. Let his arms be small, thin and slight while they excitedly swing at his side. Let his waist be thin, and his hips be non-existent. Let his legs be short, energetic and ready to play. Let his miniscule feet blunder around in undying energy.
Hi Holly's daughter, I like this essay too. I think you captured the style of Vinsauf well, while still capturing the unique qualities of your brother. I especially like the description of his mouth always craving ice cream and sweets along with the description of his smile filled with holes.
Good ending, his feet blundering away wraps up the description of an active boy well.
Thanks for posting,
Michelle
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