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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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