My mom always said that the freckles sprinkled across my face were spots where angels had kissed me before.
After being in an accident I gained a lot of new specks on my head, where I'd been severely injured.
The ones on my hands are from the princes that have treated me with a respect I hope they treat their future wives with.
Freckles appear on my ears every time a song touches my heart and it happens a lot at live performances.
The ones on my lips are from the boys I've kissed and good food I've eaten.
The summer memories resides on my shoulders and knees where the big sun above hit so many times.
And the angels aren't always the ones you can't see. The marks are from every where and nearly everyone who touched a part of you that hadn't been touched before.
The people you regret letting into your life are the ones that turn into moles that turn into cancer.
They are bound to get back at you for hurting them.
I hope the freckles remain freckles, and the moles remain moles.
loved the idea of freckles.
ReplyDeletei sure got a lot of them, but now i'm looking at them differently.
this is beautiful.
Yes.
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