I will make you a dollhouse, Tarah
to capture the dreams of a child.
A place to engross in make believe,
designed, to completely beguile.
I will paint using surplus rainbows,
each surface the colour of fun.
Then litter the stairwell with kisses,
to tickle as wandering finger-tips run.
I will carefully fashion small furniture,
little rooms, in the olde worlde style.
Tiny beds - slightly worn out blankets
and a kettle that warms to your smile
It is almost finished, nearly complete,
just a latch to adhere to a yellow door.
Then yes, you can take it home dear,
grandma has plans to make more.
copyright © Roan April 2009
Ann Beard
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