The Dollhouse
The dollhouse was a gift from us
For Chanukah, one year.
Our grandkids played a lot with it
And that’s why it’s still here.
On Fridays, when we babysit
(Though mostly they’re in school)
I do a bit of straightening,
But just in minuscule.
For I like when the dollhouse
Has its furniture all neat
And every little figure’s
In a bed, a crib or seat.
I rarely find it that way
And the dolls might be misplaced
But I make it look the way
My childhood self would have embraced.
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