It’s only in the last few years I’ve begun to regret
little things: never making an effort in French class
or math class and now even if I learn I’ll never speak
without an accent or comprehend quantum physics.
My mother asks me a thousand tiny wedding questions:
who’s going to videotape the ceremony and am I going
to keep the benediction in and who is it important to have
photographed and how am I going to do my hair and makeup?
I make an effort, not because it matters to me now
but because she says it will matter someday.