Baked Surprise Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

My latest effort rises
like so much yeasted dough;
works its way to the top
I can see it swell and grow.

I double check myself;
review all the directions
that will bring the sweet promise
from inception to perfection.

I dusted it, punched it up
massaged and kneaded it,
then covered and left it alone
to rest and breathe a bit.

Now the time is right
to release it to its fate;
the oven will do its magic
I have only to grab a plate.

Who knows what I will see
but I can barely wait
because this just might be
my greatest creation to date.