The magic of numbers, the abstractions
Lowest Common Multiples, the Greatest Common Factors and reasoning
You say, “I will ask a question before you kick the ball up;
Answer me as it bumps back on the ground.”
I wondered how, but I tried.
Came up with answers
With some hits and some misses.
And, in between the bounces of the ball
I learnt to dream a middle-class dream
Never to think,
The moon over my head is beyond my reach.
All these years
You are in mind
With numbers and neurons.
In this mist of coronavirus ball
You are gone.
I did not know how to react;
No tears, but within
An eerie silence and an uncanny heft.
Last time we met
A few years back
After the funeral of my mother,
You patted my back and wondered,
Whether I remember the little game that we played
Between football shots!
I smiled and said,
“The mental math, you mean.
Helped me to be where I am today.”