Homemade Bread Snacks
I grew up with a mother that had snacks every day after school.
It was difficult to pick a favorite snack for me
I called a brother and talked to my hubby
It appeared easy for them as it was clearly
Home-made bread that they both loved dearly
But what in the world was mine?
I couldn't say ain't that just fine
What snack is mine was my favorite line!
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Growing up with 5 sibling,
brothers seemed to be always nibbling!
there is not always enough
food to go around and stuff
doesn't always look that good
when growing up in the hood
and when poor
you can't always afford the store
What snack is mine was my favorite line!
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Sometimes my favorite was toast, I loved to dine
with lard and parmesan! I thought that snack was from heaven
Then homemade ice cream, was a treat, around seven
One of my favorite snacks was cinnamon and sugar on toast.
I thought that was better than roast!
And we probably had that the most.
What snack is mine was my favorite line!
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The Bop, which is a poetic form that was developed by poet Afaa Michael Weaver at a Cave Canem summer retreat.
Here are the basic rules for The Bop: 3 stanzas
Each stanza is followed by a refrain
First stanza is 6 lines long and presents a problem
Second stanza is 8 lines long and explores or expands the problem
Third stanza is 6 lines long and either presents a solution or documents the failed attempt to resolve the problem
The Bop information from Robert Lee Brewer
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 27 grands, and 12 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium weekly.
Comments (4)
Oh I've never heard of the Bop before. Very well done. And mmmm, toast!
I love this rhyming poem. It made me hungry for bread. I love eating bread. Peanut Butter is a treat for me.
Sugar cinnamon toast, homemade break, and homemade ice cream brings back childhood memories!!! Loved it!!!
Homemade ice cream and Parmesan! A pot noodle was considered the ultimate rare ‘luxury’ in my hood 🥲 Nice poem Denise 😊