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[Above: Cedar's drawing of a mummy.]
My nephew Cedar, who is four years old, was over for Easter this weekend, and he wrote me a new poem about mummies, complete with picture (see above). This is a special poem, as it requires audience involvement. Indeed, after just a few lines about mummies, Cedar told me that “maybe other people can help finish it”. So: Does anyone have further poetic thoughts about mummies? If so, please add them in the comment section.
By Cedar Van Tassel
Mummies are
a funny shape
Long ago evil
humans wrapped
up for display.
April 15th, 2004 at 5:58 am
Oooh, that was a toughie, but I managed to briefly evoke my inner child (… which pales in comparison to the unbridled wisdom of an actual, real-live 4 year old)!
under the pointy
pyramids - look out
god - they might
poke you in the eye
and the guard sphynx
watches, eating
marble for a
gazillion years
November 13th, 2005 at 10:03 pm
a mummy sleeps a thousand years,
a mummy cries a thousand tears,
wrapped up in her blanket tight,
to a mummy its always night
August 12th, 2006 at 8:22 am
In darkness
They lay for
many years
and mysteries unfold
So when you hear
Eerie little tales
Of occasions when one
Could rise to get away
Remember that
Strange and miraculous
Stories are often told
Just to let the mind stray
But if in the silent night
in fear you think you see
a white divine
avoiding light of day
Bear in mind
They can do no harm and
You never are too far
To find your mommy’s arms