A Mothers Love Poem Novels & Stories

“I know I shouldn’t have gone into Jenny’s room, but I just wanted a little bit of your love, Mom! All you ever see is Jenny. Don’t you see how hard I’ve tried just for a little bit of affection from you? Because of her, I’m stuck wearing pink, even though I like blue. I tried to be just like her in everything, but none of that matters. It’s just so hard to get even a tiny bit of love from you. Mom, I’m your child too. Can’t you love me just a little?” By the time I finished speaking, I was crying so hard I could hardly breathe. Mom only shrugged off my arms. Her eyes were cold and hard as she looked at me and said, “Jenny is my only daughter. My love will always be for her, and not a single

All those years, every time the system marked my failures… It was because her software was nothing more than a ridiculous, flawed piece of code. I had tried so hard to do everything right. However, she would rather believe the judgment of a machine than look at me with her own eyes and see whether I had truly tried. To her, every explanation I gave was just proof that I was being lazy. So, again and again, she pushed me closer to my end. "No!" My mom grabbed her hair and screamed. She suddenly rushed forward, trying to smash the phone. "This thing shouldn't exist in the world! It's the source of everything that went wrong. It must be destroyed!"

I said, hoping he wouldn't take my remark as sarcasm. Once he left, my mother practically bounced back into the dining room humming. With her hands clasped, she looked up dreamily. “Isn’t he wonderful? Tell me, what do you think?” I stopped putting dishes in order. “Excuse me?” “Adrian,” she said, smiling. “He’s caring, respectful, sweet. And good looking! I can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s like now, for the first time in a long while, I’m actually happy. I am actually happily in love with a man who also loves me and treats me like a goddess.”

” Sunny emphasized “ I read a poem by Joanna Fuchs and it says: “Love Is A Mother’s Gift When God made mothers, He took great care To fill their hearts with love so rare. Their children are their greatest prize; You can see the great love in your mother’s eyes. Love, love is a mother’s gift To their precious children, their hearts to lift. Warm, tender and giving love” “It's best if you try to bring her into your lives before it's too late." Sunny elaborated.

said Axelina. "Lexon promised Mama. Lexon will be more successful than Papa. Lexon will prove to the world, that the son of Amar Trixeon can be more successful than his father." said Lexon. Axelina smiled at what her son said. She personally can only agree with what her son said. A mother's love can never be measured by anything. Because the love given by parents can never be counted with anything. Because a parent's love never demands a reply from their child. They gave it sincerely without coercion from others. Love as wide as an ocean that will never end.

Mom said taking my hands in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Darling, understanding love is like tending to a delicate garden. It requires patience and hope, for time is the gentle reveler of true sentiments. Embrace the journey, and let time unveil the depth of your connection. Allow your bond to blossom, my sweet one,” Mom spoke with a blend of wisdom and heartfelt plea. “Yes, and if he still hurt you, then tell me. I'll make sure that he’ll never make babies,” Dad said, entering the room, while Mom glared at him.

I said and laughed afterward. "Do I look stupid to you,?_ " Richard removed s hand and he grabbed my face with it, " you're the cause of everything bad happening, and if you think, we getting married will make me feel in Love wit you, you're highly mistaking, become I'll never fall in love with the daughter responsible for my mom's condition,,". He pulls away and left me dumbfounded.. What exactly does he mean by, he'd never fall in love with the daughter of the woman who cause his mom's condition?..

The one I used to hum when my children were small enough to fit against my chest, their breaths soft against my skin. The notes stumbled as I carved them into stone, broken by my trembling hand and fractured memory, but the rhythm lived. Each word I etched carried the weight of love I had tried so hard to protect, the tenderness I had buried beneath layers of necessity. The song was still theirs, even if I no longer was. Sleep now, my darlings, rest your weary heads Tomorrow brings new light to chase away your dreads Mother's love will guard you through the darkest night Until the dawn returns to make the world bright

I mumbled. “Sure you can but a mother is a mother. No matter how old you get she’ll still feel the need to protect you. Take me as an example; I’m 24 and still my mother treats me like a baby. That’s how mothers’ love works.” He was right about it too. Mother’s love is the only love that is pure with no objective behind it. At least for most of the people. I know some people struggle with mothers as well but I’m not one of those. I acknowledge that my mother loves me. “You’re right.” I mumbled, hanging my head low. “I should go.” I sighed, getting up from the chair.

But I don't know what a true mother's love. I'm not a kid anymore and the only love I wanted is from my mother Cassandra. Love or hate I want it only from Cassandra because she is my only mother in this life. Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes