A Poem For Your Daughter Novels & Stories

Across the front, in my father's handwriting, were seven simple words. **To the man who loves my daughter.**

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.

If my mother were truly wise, she would see herself in me. If anything they told me was true, she wouldn't hurt me. Like father hurt her. April's throat constricted. Her tears threatened to spill over again. Her daughter had written this when she was only 14. April dropped the note and shuddered back. The anger in that poem was raw. So pure. And it was directed at her. April wanted to rip the paper into pieces and destroy the remains. But she could not bear to touch the paper or even come close. All she could do was stare at it. No matter how much she wanted to tear it to shreds and burn it, she couldn't. She simply didn't have any energy left to do it. All her energy was spent trying to con

“What's wrong with you, Elise? Where is Suzy?” She can see that Elise is hesitant. Kumunot ang ang kaniyang noo at parang alam na niya kung ano ang pinoproblema nito. “Where's my daughter Elise?” Dahan-dahan itong umiling. “I c-can't find her. Kanina narito lang siya, naglalaro. Umalis lang ako saglit para sagutin ang tawag—” “For pity's sake, Elise!” Halos mapasigaw siya.

nothing. [February 28, 2025] There's a girl in a group photo today. Her eyes... they looked like Charlotte's. I miss her so much, I start seeing her everywhere. [March 28, 2025] She called. For a moment, I felt alive again. But I ruined it. I said all the wrong things. I didn't mean to. I'll make it right next time. I will. [April 1, 2025] My daughter, Charlotte, is the best. Mommy will always, always love you.

“Don’t worry, my little one, About the world’s cruelty outside. To me, you are perfect, And the Goddess will still protect us. You are my life, my sun, my guiding star, And I’ll be here every day, To love you, protect you, make you smile, My beloved daughter, my greatest reason to exist.” “Daughter? Where is my mother?” I sniffled, saddened by the connection. “I need you, Mom. I’m scared.” I continued to hum softly, hearing her sweet voice in my mind. Exhausted by the pain and tears, I drifted to sleep. My mind felt as if it were being pulled into a strange place.

That’s just worse than death itself, so I am leaving this letter to you hoping that it will give you some closure after my death. I just want to say a few simple things as every mother wanted to say to her daughter. Please be happy. That’s all I ask from you and please don’t cry much. I just hate seeing you cry. And also know that none of this is your fault. I know you will beat yourself saying that you are a bad daughter for not knowing it sooner but you are not. You are the best thing that happened to me, and I can’t be more proud when I see my beautiful, kind, passionate daughter every day. I love you so much, Ava. Remember that.

I yelled " Becuase my daughter has a pure heart and she loved you even before you were mates, you are her weakness and I'm afraid you will always be her weakness, but I respect you for trying to let her be happy becuase my daughter deserves it, she has tried to make everyone happy and got the short end of it all, she deserves to be happy, let her find her way on her own she's just as lost as you are right now, and if her way is to be away from you and start with someone else then let her be, but knowing my daughter you will always be the one for her" she sighed sadly

I said, referring to her father. “You wouldn’t know anything about that.” I nodded slowly. “I have a daughter,” I said. “Lyra. I didn’t think that I would love anyone in the world as much as much as I love that little creature. Her mother is pride and glory, and I know that I wouldn’t be able to breathe without her by my side. And my daughter, the young little version of her mother… the good in me, the sense of my humanity…” Her gaze flicked to me.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.