My storybook dollhouse has only
begun.
I might be a child, but I’m not that
young.
I’m building the house from the
ground up,
Putting items in place, each plate
and cup.
My house has a living room, dining room, den,
A kitchen to eat, bedrooms to
sleep, and then,
Bathrooms for bathing, a nursery
for baby,
An office for working, and a playroom, maybe.
I’ve painted the walls and papered
them, too.
Don’t worry, I’ve left space just
for you.
The fixtures are gorgeous, the attic
unique,
The basement has a door that
makes a squeak.
My porch has a swing and a garden
with flowers.
If I was a miniature girl, I could
sit there for hours.
The windows are big; there’s even a
checkered floor.
The ceilings are high. Who could
ask for more?
Now I’m waiting for my romance to
be real,
All grown up, this would be more
than ideal!
Copyright 2018 Jennifer Waters
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