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 6^th grade,

Laying low to never be heard…

It wasn’t until he was dying

When I finally spoke three words:

“I forgive you”