Play Poem by jayne carpenter

Sun upon your face,
Magical,
Tender,
Beautiful grace,
Lovely little i would hear you say,
Play delicately in small room,
But she finds lots to do,
Doll on bed `turns and bends`
Little clothes to fit,
A brown painted house,
Funny shaped windows,
that look like cakes
and two unsteady floors, that reminded me what happened the night before,
Where is the door? ?
Oh there,
Next to the other door? where it was the night before,
This is looking rather out of place,
But oh oh,
Ive got to go,
you`d have to wait another day,
to find out what happens in this not forgotten play.