Freckles

Have you heard of the fairy Pennybright?
On wings of glinting gold.
Her pockets as bulging full of flakes
Of copper as they can hold.

She seeks till she finds a child asleep
A child who is full of fun,
One fit to romp with the fairy folk
At the rising of the sun.

Then she hovers lightly over him,
Giving her pockets a shake,
And sprinkles his face with a little shower
Of shining copper flakes.

And there they stick, on the bridge of his nose
And over his small cheeks sown
So that all who see may forever know
That he is Pennybright’s own.

--Marjorie Kahl Lawrence

Perfect poem for my pretty little girl. Thanks for looking :)