Sunshine peeks through the clouds, I am awake
Nine in the morning, I am at the shop
The first batch of cupcakes begin to bake
I start to prepare what will go on top
The timer beeps, I open the oven
Oh, how they are all made with so much care
Flavors and flavors, there are a dozen
The smell of sugar lingers in the air
What delicious treats are awaiting me?
Tiered wedding cakes as tall as a mountain?
Cookies as sweet as can possibly be?
The options are like an endless fountain
This is where I am perfectly content
This is where creativity is spent
– Selma Cemerlic
English 110 Honors Spring 2020 
I really liked your poem for how personal it was. You took such a positive topic to write about (others seemed to have written about darker topics, including myself) so I applaud your ray of sunshine in these dark times. Also, your use of imagery is phenomenal– I felt that I was there with you. Thank you for sharing this experience– it brightened my rainy day!
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Selma,
I really enjoyed reading your piece, and will admit that it made me hungry for a cupcake! I like how every other line rhymed and that the rhymes flowed in your piece without feeling forced . My favorite lines were “This is where I am perfectly content. This is where my days are spent.” These lines ended your poem on such an uplifting note!
~Caroline SanAngelo
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I really admire the positive light you bring to each thing you write. Your juxtaposition of such a simple, happy activity to the dark times we are all facing is very refreshing. The way you methodically take us through the steps of waking up, preparing icing, and baking the cupcakes in the oven made me feel grounded. I can relate to the soothing sense of contentment you get from going through a deliberate routine like baking. I also really enjoyed the upbeat tone of your poem. It almost felt like I was reading a Dr. Seuss book (I know that sounds weird) because you use a lot of hopeful rhetorical questions, making the reader consider the world of possibilities that awaits them. Specifically in the lines, “What delicious treats are awaiting me?/ Tiered wedding cakes as tall as a mountain?/ Cookies as sweet as can possibly be?” I got some “Oh The Places We’ll Go” vibes, except with a more fitting title like “Oh The Cakes We Can Bake.” Digressions aside, your poem was a joy to read and has inspired me to go eat some well-deserved cookies!
-Cally Carmello
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