There are three freckles
On Daddy’s tummy
And Mommy likes kissing them

She says they’re like a constellation
Like spots on a dalmatian
She says Daddy is speckled

Like when he checkled
From her silly little dances
And the songs she thought up

Or the way her nose scrunched
When Daddy got sick
And when he coughed up

To me, Daddy’s freckles
Were just itty bitty features
But to Mommy they were Northern Stars
On her beautiful, beautiful creature