Freckles Are Beautiful An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws. Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next to him. I love your freckles.
Freckles are beautiful.
Why just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles. In a ditch in the country, while taking a ride, I see a red wheelbarrow propped on its side. The wheel is all rusty, the handle broke free, but it looks like a chariot waiting for me. My hands on the wheel shakes as memories loom of a long ago time on a fall afternoon. I can see the leaves falling as tears of today when I think of how brother turned work into play.