My mother is French-Catholic
and my father an Irish Protestant.
What would anyone have expected of that?
Two, three kids? A dog? A pool?
My mother's womb lay wasted after
my brother and I.
Did she expect that?
When the people of my village
asked me questions and that were answered in french
they expected frog legs and escargots
while my french relatives
expected better grammar.
All they wanted was for me to be happy
when my parents shoved my face into
a math book.
My mother told me I could be anything I wanted to
as she watched me re-write an essay for the second time.
As I've learned, happiness is obtainable
once you've obtained the right
It's as I expected