Monday, April 25, 2016
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”