The First Home I Ever Knew

The First Home I Ever Knew

Before I saw the world’s bright face,

I lived inside your warm embrace.

No rent, no fear, no bills to pay,

Just heartbeat songs night and day.

You held my cries, you sang me calm,

You cured each bruise with just your palm.

No PhD, no magic wand—

Yet every fear you could respond.

You gave me food, and then some more,

(I still don’t know how you cleaned that floor).

You juggled jobs, you worked with grace,

And still showed up with a smiling face.

You were the WiFi before the net,

The GPS I can’t forget.

You found my socks, my hope, my soul,

You filled the fridge, and every role.

From school projects made last night,

To teenage moods and silly fights—

You stayed. You listened. You forgave,

While pretending not to misbehave.

You’re the reason I believe in light,

That soft can still put up a fight.

You taught me how to dream and fall,

And rise again, despite it all.

Your love’s not loud—it doesn’t boast,

But in my life, it matters most.

You’re the author of my better parts,

The silent strength in all my starts.

You’re more than woman, more than name,

You’re fire and calm, you're wind and flame.

A galaxy within one frame,

And I’m still learning from your flame.

So here’s to you, my soul’s first guide,

The one who walked right by my side.

If love had form, if God wore shoes—

It’s probably you, in mom-approved hues.