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If my mother was alive I might share some with her, maybe even write her one like I do whenever the pain of her loss is too much to bear. I write for a while losing track of time as I place my pain and frustration into words then something on the breeze reminds me of someone else and the poems take a different turn. In my darkest hour Thoughts of her sear my brain Burning desire all but consumes me Her touch is all that could ease my pain Eyes like pools that I want to drown in The stars above have nothing on her She’s the beauty that I Admire from afar I long to hold her and make her mine

I mused, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the flames. The lines etched deep on Mother Tanna's face softened, revealing the wisdom she had gained from a lifetime of experiences. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on mine, her touch grounding me in the safety of her presence. "My dear, a mother's love is a divine gift, a sacred bond that transcends the realm of reason," she began, her voice holding the weight of countless untold stories. "It is an instinctual force, one that pushes us to protect and nurture our children with an unparalleled fervor."

For this day. I took a deep breath and opened it. Clearing my throat, I started reading it, “Damon, my perfect son. I know you wouldn’t believe me when I say this, but… I love you. I always have. It means nothing now, but I’m sorry for abandoning you with those two monsters. You didn’t deserve it.” Tears blurred my vision as my voice broke. “You didn’t deserve what Robert or Drake… what even I put you through. Just know that I never hated you. I don’t know why I’m writing this, but I feel that my end is nearing soon. I hope you will look after yourself and find someone to love other than your work and money. I’m proud of you and I will always be your mother. Love, Dorothy.”

My precious, you came to the world which brought us happiness. I wish you the strength to face challenges with confidence along with the wisdom to choose your battles carefully. I wish you adventure on your journey and may you always stop to help someone along the way. Listen to your heart and take risks carefully. Remember how much you are loved. I am so proud of you. - love, MOM __ Is it her mother's handwriting? Once again I took a look at the page. I was so surprised. Wow, I was also born on the same day, the same year, and at the same time.

Six years in the fifty years, two years to the fifthiet year When i was a child, my mama used to sing me a poem when i woke up from the nightmares. She'd wipe my sweat and brush away the hair sticking to my face. These hands have subdued stubborn jungles unmasked fertile groves and plumbed the seedful promise of loamy plains The hands calloused like a tortoise shell have tended tendrils, joyous, in their leafy dance on the spine of stakes

“Will Grecia become suspicious if she sees us leaving together?” “Mom left early in the morning for a ladies' day. She has friends her age, and they get together every weekend for a charity and business they run together under the moniker "The Mothers." He explained with a casual expression and left, but it made me appreciate that wonderful woman even more.

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”.

Please, mommy! " Mommy is very tired…" Kia said and looked at his mother. " Don't worry, mommy is feeling very good. I will do that with you guys, okay?" She said and smiled as she walked up to them. " Now, go and hide yourselves. Five … four…." She said while they hurriedly went ahead to hide themselves. As soon as Kim and Honey got to a point, they stumbled on each other but Kia hurriedly stood up and went to hide, leaving Beauty there for a second.

I cover the phone as I suck in a breath. “Yeah,” I manage. “I’d love to see them too. Missing Nathan and Freya’s handfasting sucked—but thanks for livestreaming it for me.” “We missed you too, Ryder. But with the way things are…” He trails off. He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. “How’s Mama? And you? You two keeping busy now that you’re not Luna and Lune anymore?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Mama’s volunteering at the preschool. That she-wolf wants some grandpups bad.” Dad laughs. “And I’m busy at the garage. Wyatt’s thinking of selling it.”

She looks at me with a mock glare and I chuckle. Trust Ariana to be extremely dramatic. “Has been one of the most beautiful parts of my life. I love you all like you came from my soul.” She continues. “And to my precious gift. My son. My pride and joy. Thank you for coming into this world and giving me a chance to experience this priceless opportunity of being a mother. To my mother-in-law, happy Mother’s Day Gigi. Thank you for loving me like your own.” She raises her glass. “To every woman who’s ever mothered by blood, by love, or by sheer stubbornness, you are seen. You are loved. And we thank you.”