I am in numbers all Robin-egged speckled I live in groups all splattered and tickled In ochre's and browns, a little sienna A tad of mahogany...even on bananas I brighten the smiles and cheeks of my hosts I glorify flesh tones with my happy boasts The children with pinched cheeks in rosey abundance Can smile with a splash of splattered on dalliance A large one here and smaller right there This one's shaped funnier than old Einstein's hair The sun kisses some while birthing the others Then tans cause some to merge with their brothers Whoops! Maybe sisters... but in any case They sing and dance all over my face Some people hate them but for me its a factor Its part of my makeup...so love me with character I adore all my spots like a leopard with glory My freckles are me amd that's another love story!
Maybe it was Doris Day, but I love freckles on a woman's skin. Well written, Suz.
Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
Reviewed on March 6, 2004
Way to go Susan. It's a fact that freckles become more pronounced in the sunshine so I guess that Florida weather has really brought them out for you LOL
Reviewed by Jennifer Ragan (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2004
I'm a freckled mess especially in the summer. I get a lot of remarks..all good!
So clever, Susan!
You know...when I was a little girl, my face was as you described
in your poem. When I reached my twenties...they all vanished!
I kind of miss the little goobers...
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This is such a unique poem and I like it.
Jennifer Ragan
You know...when I was a little girl, my face was as you described
in your poem. When I reached my twenties...they all vanished!
I kind of miss the little goobers...
love Tinka
Debashish