How to Bake a Mummy
A drizzle of care,
a sprinkling of love,
a dusting of tickle from pantry above.
A splash of a smile,
a morsel of hug,
a coating of kisses but never a shrug.
The recipe: Love,
her arms are the bowl,
we're eating this cake up, we’re eating it whole.
a sprinkling of love,
a dusting of tickle from pantry above.
A splash of a smile,
a morsel of hug,
a coating of kisses but never a shrug.
The recipe: Love,
her arms are the bowl,
we're eating this cake up, we’re eating it whole.
This poem is copyright (©) Laura Cooney 2024
About the Writer
Laura Cooney
Laura is a writer from Edinburgh who writes for both children and grown ups and has numerous publications both in print and online. When she's not doing 'lots of writing' she'll be found with her two daughters as close to the sea as possible, probably looking for shells. There will be ice-cream!
