I still remember the day when I baked my first ever cake 🎂...
I was very nervous and curious as if it were my very first date....
With all the ingredients in handy...
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With lots of unexpected hugs and kisses... I came to know that it was a success... softness just like the heart of a mother who bakes with love.... beautiful poem. thank you dear poetess
The household words you use are charming, and I find them quite disarming. I thought I was taking a mental vacation, then I watched you scurry like I was on location! I like the wit of baking a cake is not a piece of cake. You say the bowl is appealing, and that reminds me of watching my mother mix batter in her bowl. That bowl was the focus of so much childhood anticipation! Your words are permeated with baking smells and family warmth.
Thank you so much sir for such a beautiful appreciation for my poem.. Ur comment itself has become a poem.. Really touched by ur kind words.
Wow... Your Cake sounds to be as delicious as your poem. A true experience you have shared here. The nervousness and anxiety till your hard work turns out to be a success is true not only in baking a cake but even when you receive the first comment on your poem.The Rhyme and rhythm have been brilliantly used to deliver the emotional excitement perfectly well.10+++++...
'With lots of unexpected hugs and kisses... I came to know that it was a success...'- congratulation on your first successful baking! Enjoyed the poem.