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.