Dearest Daughter Poem Novels & Stories

Some had already crusted over. At my voice, her eyes filled, and tears started falling, one after another. She screamed in panic, making broken, barking sounds, her body pressed low to the ground like a stray dog. My breath hitched. It felt like something inside me had been ripped apart. I never imagined my confident, cheerful little girl would end up like this. My eyes burned as I forced the words out. "Heidi, sweetheart, don't be afraid. It's me. I'm your dad. Don't you remember? I took you to the amusement park. We flew kites together."

My body grows tired from all the pointless fighting. The humidity makes it harder to breathe. "Oh!" the other female says, covering her open mouth with her hand while her eyes scan the pages. Petra, ignoring her, reads a part of the letter my mother wrote to me. "'My darling daughter, I'm so proud of you. You're the light of my life and I can't wait to see you again! We all miss you dearly and will be there to watch your performance. I love you!'"

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?

Each word felt like peeling open my ribs, exposing something soft and tender that the world had already tried too many times to cut into. When I hold my daughter, I know the world outside can burn and it won’t matter. Because she is mine. She is ours. She came from love—the kind of love I never thought I would have, the kind of love that still scares me with how much it demands from me. I would give her anything. I would give her my last breath if it meant she’d never know the kind of pain I’ve carried. Tears blurred my vision, splashing onto the keyboard. I wiped them quickly, sniffling, forcing myself to keep going.

It’s just a matter of time. Why couldn’t you take me with you when you left this world? At least then I wouldn’t be so alone and afraid all the time. I wrote this song for you. I miss you so much, Mom. ____________________________ Shadows Before the shadows touch my door, I won’t beg for peace or try to hide. That time has passed. I’ll whisper goodnight through the dark, Hold your name close to my heart. That time has passed. So here I stand… I’m still your daughter, just no longer small.

"Dear daughter, I thought of giving you everything that this world can't give but then I realized it's very small compared to the love I have for you, that's when I remembered something very important to you, something that would change your life for the best. I mean something that will bring only happiness in your life. When I was thinking, I discovered something about you. I saw why you've been through all those difficulties and problems, they are all centered on the throne that's why am leaving it behind for your husband so you can be problems-free. So you can have an amazing life like others.

I couldn't deny the truth; my body was taxed beyond my limits. “Estella!!!” Nick's voice resounded through the room. To my immense relief, my daughter responded, her voice weak but distinct, “Daddy, mummy.” I rushed to them, enveloping her in a hug. Despite her frailty, I felt an overwhelming surge of hope. She was her father's daughter after all, embodying his strength and resilience. “My dear daughter, I'm sorry I couldn't help you sooner.”

For those who haven't yet understood, this young woman you tried to help Thompson humiliate is your future Queen, the soulmate of my son, Alexander! I heard groans of fear and sadness from the crowd, and I sighed softly. I wondered now which was better, for them to fear me or despise me… At least with contempt, I knew how to deal with it… The man who had spoken to my father earlier looked at him with incomprehension. Man: But… I don’t understand anything anymore… My father sighed softly.

That the sight of my little moon wounded and pale is not real. Of course, even when it’s just a bite at Deanna's side, near her heart, she’s just seven years old. She didn’t yet know what pain and bleeding felt like. I uncurled and furled my fingers to a fist and brushed my daughter’s blood-crusted hair away from her face. “Hush, sweetheart. Mommy is just here...” My daughter looked behind me. She still tried to speak even with her broken voice. “Thank you, Mommy...But where’s Da-Daddy?”

Narrator’s POV— ( Past Life) “Dear Dad, Trust this letter finds you and mom in good health! I know you must be very sad and devastated after losing me and I can’t even bring myself to imagine what it must be like to lose a grown up daughter whom you have loved more than anything in the world!