The Portrait
Upon my canvas, blank and white
I touch my brush ever so light 
A spot of peach for the face
A little pink to give it grace 
Green for the eyes and black for the lashes
Don't forget white so the eye flashes
Red for the lips so curved and full
Round out the chin, too stubborn like the bull 
The hair shall be soft and flowing
Make it look like the wind is blowing
The hair shall be burnished red
Or shall it be brown instead?
The breast shall be full and must be correct 
With two pink nipples standing erect 
There my painting now is done 
A character is born, with a face that shines like the sun 

Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)