Monday, April 25, 2016

Miscalculations





















My father lived with a slide rule.
His thoughts were exact and precise…
I equaled none of his equations;
He never treated math errors nice.

It is amazing after 60 years,
These thoughts still cross my mind…
I forget incredible memories
Focusing still on the unkind.

I grew quiet in the 6th grade,
Laying low to never be heard…
It wasn’t until he was dying
When I finally spoke three words:
“I forgive you”

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