To My Mother

I'm leaving you an aureole of

Sterling silver starry smile saved,

My dear saint,

To consecrate you once desecrated,

To flatten your cheeks of cheddar

With the beauty of my fingertips

And to decorate your bed

On which you awaken sleep 

With the brocade of eternity

To immortalize you,

My icon, quiet and still.

Your first-born I am.

And you are my first

The first hearth and first gift.

May God be blessed who

Made me be concived in your warm womb

 as the first-born tear

In which you washed me

To spread the odor of myrrh

My saint, my dear mother.