A Midsummer Night's Dream
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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