First Remorse Poem by Reva Kern

At the time when I wore velvet clothes
My brown curls were scattered on my collar
I have big clear eyes, like the light of moons
At dawn I left, sack on my back, with heavy footsteps

But on route I immediately plotted a detour
And, flouting the pawns of my youthful grudges
Climbed to pick apples and plums
In the orchards bordering the school walls

And thus remained far from the other students
Far from the benches, all month
To live surrendering to my dreams
One evening, I entered that fearful house

In front of the crucifix where his lip is pasted
My mother was crying!Oh, my ardent regrets!
Since then, I was always the first at school