Momma Said

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