Momma SaidBy Calvin Forbes
The slice I ate I want it back
Those crumbs I swept up
I’d like my share again
I can still taste it like it was
The memory by itself is delicious
Each bite was a small miracle
Both nourishing and sweet
I wish I had saved just a little bit
I know it wasn’t a literal cake
It’s the thought that counts
Like a gift that’s not store-bought
Making it even more special
Like a dream that makes you
Want to go back to sleep
You can’t have your cake
And eat it too Momma said
I was defiant and hardheaded
And answered yes I can too
The look she gave me said boy
I hope you aren’t a fool all your life
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This poetry day is first time for me. I did not know what poem I should choose, so I was looking for something starts with "My". However I found this, "Momma Said". To be honest, I chose this, because it seems good to start posting poems. In this poem, there is a gluttonous boy who ate a snack. At first, I imagined a small cupcake put a lot of sugar. He loved the cupcake so much, and he wanted to eat it again. I can understand this feeling, when I was young, I wanted cotton candy all the time. I could not stop until I eat every cotton candy in my house. Even I ate everything in my house, it was not enough for me. And he was defiant and hardheaded. I can understand it, too. When someone said "don't", it made me want to do it, but of course not anymore. I had a lot of things that I can agree with this.
My Favorite Three Lines
The slice I ate I want it back
He ate a slice, but he want to eat it again, but he cannot. I think that it is cute that he want to eat it again, because I feel young boy's pure heart.
Each bite was a small miracle
I think that he was still so young, such as 5 years old. He did not know so many things, so he felt the taste is miracle. He is so pure.
The look she gave me said boy
I hope you aren’t a fool all your life
I like this sentence the best, because it so funny that his mother hope that he isn't a fool all his life. He was still a child. I think most of children feel this way like him.
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