Poem 120, Sonnet 59: From A Teacher To Another Poem by Samer Madbak

Were I a student, after all these years,
I would elect to learn my native tongue
Once over! I’d attend your class, all ears,
And vainly wish the bell to stay unrung.

I’d study well, to answer any quest
Rewarded with your smile, your sweet attention
And yet, I wouldn’t spare to cause unrest
If you could promise me a “lunch detention”.

I’d bear harassment from my mates, the shame
Of being termed the “dig”, the teacher’s page,
But then again, I know you wouldn’t blame
My puerile passion at this tender age.

Were I a student, I would fain restart
Learning the native language of your heart!


Kaslik
September 29th 1996