I don’t like the first thing
I remember:  you telling my husband-to-be
you could not imagine why
anyone would want to marry me.
I would rather remember  

the summer when you and I
would wake first
head out with your Leica
for lessons on lightmeters,
f-stops and shutter speed.  

You were impressed by my skills
in trig and calculus but not
my crossing lines.  I think it made you
nervous.   You were king,
the rest of us  (all females)  

were first of all to be pretty  
(whatever it took), to be sweet, helpful,
to listen, to do and be whatever
others expected.      That thinking
for myself business –  not wife material.