My mother that I loved so much,
Even before I could see her beautiful eyes
That now full of love I see,
Even before I saw her beautiful smile,
That always with affection for me I see smiling.
 

My mother,
Who always with her serene countenance,
I knew with a lot of patience, a lot of faith,
Enduring her afflictions and her pains,
That I caused her without feeling it so soon.
 

My mother,
Who made me feel the immensity of her love,
When she always touched me with affection,
And with sweet words she spoke my name
Whenever we were alone.
 

Mother, my dear mother,
She always wore in her pretty face,
The placidity of a child,
And with the wisdom of an old woman,
From the moment I was born, she took care of me.
 

My mother,
So sweet, so pure, so tender, feared nothing.
Always alone I felt her.
Although tired, she gave her sleep,
She gave her rest but always smiling.
 

Mother, my dear mother,
Since within you you gave me life,
Since our hearts began to beat together,
You gave me your time, your thoughts,
You finally gave me your life.
 

Your son Matthew.

 At home. Miami, 14.06.1997
MARIA LUCIA DA COSTA