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
I love dollhouses and I love this poem. Takes me back to my childhood, Ann. Delightful! '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
What a beautiful poem by a mother or grandmother. Really beautiful.....10 for you Ann and another 10 for Tarah. Regards Naseer
This HAD to be written by a grandmother he he! Such a delicate tenderness that is quite captivating. I do believe when we become grandparents, our second childhood begins. An enchanting poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this...it is so sweet...did the same...a labour of love; 0) ...such a wonderful thing to do.....lovely...really lovely...thank you.....