My Father's Signature

My father’s name was George; his “G” Was not the cursive kind And also, on his final “e,” He cut the ties that bind. That “e,” which was a backwards 3, Stood separate from the rest. A forger who attached it Would have flunked an I.D. test. I hadn’t thought about this now For close to 40 years Until today, when mention of His “floating e” appears. My brother, who’s a writer, too, In tribute to this day Wrote a very moving poem in which My father’s hands hold sway. The “floating e” allowed me A most precious little peek Into mem’ry’s vault to see My father’s signature, unique.