Pi, or: Pie

My Papa's
book
rests on my shelf.

Sigh.

I am very proud
of his incredible brilliance,
which touched
thousands around the world.

Still, he's not a book.

I'd rather
have Papa back than
a volume of probability 
riddles that never interested 
me before his sudden death.

52 thoughts on “Pi, or: Pie”

1. This is Awesome!

   1. 🥰 Thanks so much, Kally 🥰

      -David

2. A good match of subject and form. We will all die–it’s nice I think to have something tangible that carries the spirit beyond death. But it does not in any way replace life. (K)

   1. Exactly. And thank you 🙂

      ❤
      David

3. Beautiful and relatable. I love the way you write about your dad. I don’t know why I can’t seem to write about my mom. But reading about your feelings for your dad helps me. xoxo

   1. I feel like I did read some poems of yours related to your Dad… maybe something about going to his apartment?

4. I just ordered this book. Sounds like it is right up my alley as I already have “The Black Swan” Nassim Nicholas Taleb, “Coincidences, Chaos, and All That Math Jazz” Burger and Starbird, “Freakonomics” Levitt and Dubner, and numerous others.

   1. That makes me very happy, Ron. Thank you for sharing with me.

      Yours,
      David

5. Lovely, David ❤️🤗

   1. 💓 Thanks, Diana 💓