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“Momma Said” Calvin Forbes. By: Noah Ellis. “Momma Said” Calvin Forbes. 5 stanzas/ 4 lines each . 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
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“Momma Said” Calvin Forbes By: Noah Ellis
“Momma Said” Calvin Forbes 5 stanzas/ 4 lines each 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 4 1 2 5 3 Literal Be thankful for what you have, because you might not have it for long.
“Momma Said” Calvin Forbes Ballad Poem A ballad poemtells us a story. 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 A B C D 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 M N O P E F G H QU R S I J K L Figurative Momma wants her part of the cake but she ate it. Not a rhyme poem.
“Momma Said” Calvin Forbes 5 stanzas/ 4 lines each 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 1 2 3 4 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
Author: Calvin Forbes Calvin Forbes does: Teaches writing Jazz history teacher Literature His first book, Blue Monday, appeared in 1974