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