You were its first fruit, Woven from wind, water and sunshine.
I remember the flutter of bees’ wings
Their work continuing without end. I saw your mother’s wedding, Her nakedness covered with blossoms.
I remember how she revealed
Your sweetness, wrapped in a leaf. I remember your first blush, The bars of your mother’s possessiveness,
The hand plucking your delight
And the lips carrying your loss.
Karolina—a student at I LO in Bolesławiec, class II—has her future ahead of her. She began writing poems in the seventh grade, so far only for herself; recently, she published in Szkolny Bumerang... We wish her every success.