i like the math involved in thinking perhaps
it is the engineer father i have yet to meet
that lent this gift to me - but i like it - it's a
pure thought and the errors only make me
smile - i make so many - and the eraser has
little hope of seeing tomorrow yet it continues
its job, line by line, as i help my mom with an
algebraic formula she needs to complete - i
envy her schooling: school makes sense to me
assignment, complete, turn in, pat on back, smile
repeat: yet she sighs at the vastness and i sigh in
wonder if she felt this way when she helped me
learn
