Novel & Cerita A Mothers Love Poem

But he was still looking at me without understanding, so I explained: "Now I know what mom's cooking is like, what everyone has stories to tell about and says is the best food in the world. Now I know what it tastes like. It has such a special taste that nothing can compare to it and it can't be made by anyone else!" "It tastes like love, my daughter!" Arlene was at the bedroom door and my emotion was reflected on her face. "Because every time a mother prepares a meal for her child, she puts a little piece of her heart into it. A mother's food tastes like love, it strengthens the body, nourishes the soul and warms the little hearts of her children!" She came closer and gave me a kiss, wiped

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

though she knows the difference but she don't know what answer her mother is expecting. "See everyone falls in love ...... Many people love each other sincerely ...... That love gives you happiness, fun, respect, comfort and some sadness nd pain too ..... Ur father nd me we love each other nd I guess 90% of the people love each other ...... The love is lovable nd normal and it's pain is also bearable ..... It also reaches a destination" first it was surprising that her mother is speaking something so serious with her, it was always her father with whom she used to share such deep thoughts.

If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman. Only Victoria could handle my size. However, she was my future mother-in-law. How could I do such a thing?

Love is what drives us. I can’t breathe. My fingers are wet from tears, smudging the ink as I clutch the letter to my chest. ~ I wish I had been braver, stronger. I wish I had let you in. But know this, my darling girl… you are, and always will be, my greatest love, my hope, and my joy. Forgive me, my dear Pearl, Please… forgive me. ~ I drop the letter onto my lap, shivering. I press my hands to my face, letting the tears fall freely, hot and messy. My mother… she loved me. She really did.

I could picture my mother holding a fist up with a serious expression on her face and I let out a dry chuckle at this thought. “Aurelia I want you to know this… I love you so much. I can’t tell you how much I care about you. I don’t know why I am saying this but I just want you to know this. I mean I will always be telling you this when you are born but I just want to tell you this now. Oh! I want you to hear this song. I just remember my mother used to sing to me whenever I had trouble sleeping. Please excuse my bad singing. I am more of a fighter than a singer.” My mother cleared her throat and started to sing, well it was her singing some words and humming other words. Even though it wasn

A cold feeling settles in my chest. “You think I am not capable.” “I think you are emotional.” “My mate is trapped in a chamber,” I say sharply. “I am allowed to be emotional.” My mother watches us both. “This is why love is weakness,” she says softly. I turn to her slowly. “Say that again.” “Love clouds judgment.” “Love gives purpose.” “Love makes you choose one life over thousands.” “I will choose her every time,” I say without hesitation. She looks at me with something like sorrow.

“I promise he’s going to love that baby just as much as you and Jacob are. I’ll bet our house on it.” “I love that kid wholeheartedly. It’s a consuming love. What if I have no more love left for this baby?” I ask. “Don’t tell me you buy into that bullshit? Our mom always used to tell us, nothing compares to a mother’s love. The devotion that she feels for her children are indescribable. That is one of your biggest fears right now, but the minute you see that baby, your heart will grow bigger with an outpouring of insurmountable love,” she adds.

There was no such thing as affection. But Flora wasn't like that. Her life might not be materially abundant, but her world was brimming with sunshine. It seemed no one could take away the light of love that shone within her. "Don't say that. My mother was abandoned by my father when she was fifteen, just fifteen, pregnant, and she insisted on having me, even in the face of opposition. Then, with her own two hands, she raised me until I was grown... So the real exception is your mother. You have to trust me, you have to believe that there's still much good in this world, and there is no love as sacred as a mother's love."

It was my mother's voice, filled with concern and love. And then, as if on cue, my mother appeared before me, her eyes brimming with tears. I asked her why she was crying, but she refused to answer, simply holding me close in a tight embrace. In that moment, I realized that sometimes words are not necessary. Sometimes, a simple act of love is enough to heal even the deepest wounds.