Karen Mooney

Calculus

Useless at maths, we struggled, rooted to the seat in fear, clamming up when questioned in class. You created a distraction, dividing attention, faking an asthma attack whilst we cheated. Taken away, until the teacher saw us laugh. Doubts set in with us too, so we didn’t pay attention to your undeveloped stature. We multiplied, raced ahead, leaving you gasping. It was our turn when your white coffin turned the corner. Nothing added up.