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