• 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