The Joy of Baking


The Joy of Baking


Do what you love

Never work a day

Alone in the apartment

Just the oven and I.


I bake up a storm

Never stopping to worry

Just cookies and cakes

All night in my kitchen.


I love the hard work

The mixing and measuring

It’s worth all the hours

To see the joy on their faces.


I bake, not for me

But for others to love

For the enjoyment I see

Is payment enough.


For now it is free

But one day I hope

To branch out and open

A store of my own.


So for now I work hard

Towards my business degree,

For one day I know

The work will pay off.


Childhood was hard

My family is poor

Working class mother

With no father to help.


I will be better

And show all those that doubt

No stereotype can stop me

The statistics are wrong.


The tougher I am

The better I’ll be

For owning a business

Is no easy feat.


But I stand here with confidence,

And know that I can

I will break away

From all that I was.



I will be great

You’ll see one day

For happiness alone

Is successful enough.


Tell me I can’t

And watch while I do

I’ll open this bakery

And I’ll own it too. 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741