Yehudit didn't
tell her mother
about the kiss.

She'd not understand;
she'd moan some  
about Yehudit being
just fourteen
and who  
kissed you
and whom
did you kiss?
kind of questions.

Best nothing said.

She entered home
after the Christmas
carols singing trip
and said yes,
it went well,
and we raised money
for the church and poor.

Her mother gazed
and said getting late best
be off to bed with you.

So she did.

Good night all, call.

Climbed the stairs to bed.

Humming a carol
or so,
treading the stairs,
but Benedict and the kiss
stuck inside her head.