Sysiphean
MamÍ, would you love me if I were the sun
that everything revolves around
Would you have felt less empty
On the day of your ultrasound
Mamá, would you love me if I were clay
On which to practice human pottery
Would you have felt more blessed
If I had won the genetic lottery
Mommy, would you love me if I were diamond
And impossible to break
Would you have had less worries
If I were always less at stake
Mom, would you love me if I were ink
And impossible to stain
Would you feel more accomplished
If I were able to carry a name
Mother, would you love me if I were the son
Whom everything revolves around