A Child's Joy

March 24, 2017
By EmilyAlton BRONZE, Royal Oak, Michigan
EmilyAlton BRONZE, Royal Oak, Michigan
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I was six
years old and
the cheers had
died down;
The
clapping had ceased;
the flowers were thrown.
We gathered together
on the cool wooden
floor. In our tights
and tutus,
we giggled and whispered waiting for what’s to come.
A tiny ceramic ballerina was placed in my hands. A smile as wide
as the sea swam across my face.
She had
rosy cheeks
and small
pointe shoes,
paired with a
ponderous
brimmed
skirt. She
brought so
much bliss
to my tiny
beating
heart,
my
tiny
joy.



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