First we learned the importance
of a statement, sentence, thesis, quote,
the authors use of stanzas and paragraphs.
And in between batches of pancakes
we discussed the world around us
in context with the one we held between
two thick pieces of paper.
We acted out plays the way
shakespeare never intended
with corny accents, but we got the gist.
Even with the soliloquies and one liners,
there was war, romance, rivalry,
comedic relief, breaking us through the confusion.
And when we sat around the table,
sharing a meal, a tofu turkey, a pie,
when we hung lights from a fake tree,
we became a little family.
What was the point of it all?
Did we ever get closer to Z?
The only thing that’s for sure
is that we have art,
poetry, and paintings,
hundreds of inspired souls,
carrying forth everything they learned,
using memories to light the way.