Primemover Mom

I started my first journey to the world from my mom's womb.

She is the first woman whom I met in my world's hub.

The best woman of the world was my mom,

Who was never interacting with me as a fakedom.

My mom was the best giver of love and affection,

Which was for me better than honey and sunshine.

 My first gorgeous restaurant is my mom's breast.

Whereon I slept and enjoyed nectarous feast.

My first toilet is my mom's lap.

Whereon I was easing myself without any gap.

My first school is my mom's Kitchen

Wherein my first teacher 

was mom who was teaching me lesson.

My first doctor was my beloved mom,

Who treated my ailments 

with a panacean touch of

her palm.

My first thermometer was my mom's finger,

Whereby she probed me

whether I was in fever.

My first bosom friend was my lovely mom,

I was feeling ecstatic unconditional love like a chum.

My first dresser was my sweet mom,

Who was dressing me 

with her cordial perfume.

My first vehicle was my 

mom's saddled back,

Whereon I was riding while she was crawling 

as if a jack.

My first counsellor was

my friendly mom,

Who was guiding me, when I was wrong, with 

her wording gum.

My first well-wisher was my mom,

Who was ever boosting me by smearing on me a positive and affectionate cream.

My mom was a superb and unique angel for me,

Where of I won't get a

substitute in the global home.