In 7th grade English, my class got to read,
With Mrs.
Kaminsky, my first
Taste of
Shakespeare, the dream of “A Midsummer Night”
And for
weeks we were fully immersed.
We couldn’t
have done it alone, without help –
The language
and style, to us
Was a
challenge and yet with our teacher to guide,
We sailed
through it without too much fuss.
I’d need a
refresher to dig out the plot
From the
recesses deep in my brain,
Though the
love of the language and what it inspired,
Front and
center, to this day, remain.
My grandson
just told me (he’s 7th grade now)
That in
school, with his class, he’ll soon start
The very
same play, his first Shakespeare, as well,
And that
knowledge tapped into my heart.
I hope I can
find my old copy from school,
Which is
scribbled with jottings I wrote
When, to 7th
grade me, the idea of a grandson
Was more
than remotely remote.
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