One of the things I always wanted to understand is the wonders of Math.
My algebra teacher said “try, try again, if at first you fail.
An understatement…like trying to teach Math to a whale.
Here is a poem I’ve penned (so to speak) which conveys the point I am trying to make for no reason than thanks from those fortunate old lads and lasses that never had ME in their math classes.
Is it true what they said, that girls don’t know math?
There was an old lady named Madge,
who didn’t get Math as a girl
as hard as she tried, the more her brain fried.
I’ll get this, I will,
if its the last thing I do, she said as she studied
in spite of the glaze on her eyes.
Don’t confuse me with squares and axioms or paradigms
paradoxes, place holders, equations or boxes.
Then one day a bit of “New Math” gave her some clues
where a pencil and paper would only confuse
It was grey matter that made a much better board
for figures and signs and all sorts of
Finally! Eureka! a breakthrough, Madge said
as she solved two plus two
and started to realize what she could do.
One more life time should master Madge’s math disaster.
Beginning all over without being reminded that
“Girls are NOT good at Math.”
© Sometimes, 2016