Mama Bear Poem Novels & Stories

she said sincerely, opening her mind to him. "Mama bear, where on earth did you get that idea, trust me there is a whole lot that you do, for one you are bringing a baby, a whole human being into the world." There was absolute wonder in his voice as he said that, like she was the first woman to carry a baby, like she had superhuman strength or something even more marvellous.

“I am scared of Earth. You will not be there to save me from falling into bear dens or help me to cross roads. I do not understand traffic. Cars are scary! What if a bear drives a car? What will I do then? It will squash me with its tires then eat me with oatmeal, not too hot, not too cold, just like little lost Goldilocks.” Morozko laughed. “That is not how Goldilocks goes. And bears certainly cannot drive cars, last I checked. You will learn to cross roads, mooncalf, just like everyone else. And there are no bears in D.C.. Stop worrying. It is time for your bath.” “Okay, if you are sure. But I do not need your help taking a bath. I am seven years old, you know - I do not need

"I'll escort you back to your tent, sweetheart. There are rumors of bears roaming nearby. Aren't you scared at all? Mama bears are known to attack anyone threatening their adorable cubs." At the mention of mama bears, Ethan's eyes widened with fright. "Really? Then please get me back to the tent! I'm really scared of bears!" His plea came out in a whimper, his curiosity now replaced by palpable fear. "But not you, Mommy! Daddy will take me, he's stronger!" Her heart melted at his innocent display of protectiveness. Even at his tender age, he was already attempting to safeguard her. He had truly protected her once, calling the police when she was kidnapped.

I heard the beautiful girl ask my Mom. "Yes. He's going to be like this for a while. Get in the car." Mom sighed. "Mine." I said again as she walked towards my mother's car. I felt like I was in a zombie state and I just followed them to the car. Her dress fitting her every curve and her curled hair swishing back and forth. Why was this happening now? And a human? Why a human?! My bear growled in the back of my mind. I knew he wanted our mate and it didn't matter if she was human or not.

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

I was a child then and I had run out of our territory while playing and almost became bear dinner . " Can I at least have breakfast before going ? " , I asked . She looked at me like I was crazy . " It would not be a punishment then , would it ? ", She asked . I groaned loudly , I was supposed to be mumbling my discomfort but I was too scared to do that , I would stick to grumbling within for now . I stood up and walked into my closet , grabbed a sweatshirt and came out . " Why aren't you standing Mister ? Your butt cheeks stuck to the bed or what ? ", Mama suddenly yelled again .

This was bizarre, though as long as this too wasn't some kind of mental break- better than just hearing disembodied voices. "We have been granted a boon, Song of Strength." The bear raised her head with great effort. Looking Melody in the eye. "I am" The name of the bear wasn't a word, it was a picture, of the Milky Way as dancing ribbons of the northern lights moved with the sparkling stars in the crisp clean Alaskan air. "I am old, my days of cubs are long gone, my lands no longer fruitful." The bear paused, great coughs wracking the enormous body. Melody could hear the rattle of the creature's lungs, the bear was nearly dead. Thousands of miles from her home, talking to Melody in her mind

Arabella laughed, wiping away the whipped cream mustache first , then the splotches of chocolate that had caught on her son’s skin with a napkin, before speaking. “Baby bear. What are we?” She asked. “A team, momma.” “That’s right, bear. And even if momma isn’t there for a while, we’re always going to be a team, okay? I love you very much, bear.” Hudson looked up, his little face solemn. “I love you too, momma. But where are you going?” Arabella choked back her tears, and smiled as best as she could. “Nowhere, love. You know how momma likes to worry.”

They're up at the sight of me. "There was a bear," I shout and frantically shed my layers. "What?" My mother leaves the table and comes to me. "A bear? Where?" "I was walking on the path to the beach and there was this big dark thing. I think it was a black bear. Are there black bears?" My grandma, flushed, says, "Why, there are black bears here. I should call the town hall. Usually they don't get so close. They need to put out a warning."

Layla explains, “and it reads more like a spell than anything.” “A spell for what?” “It’s a spell of binding, or loyalty. You said there is a wolf pack and a bear clan living in the same area?” “Yeah, on two mountains next to each other.” “That must be the reference to twin breasts,” Layla says. “The mountains are like their mother, and the poem says that the wolves and bears are like children of the same mother. Siblings.” “What about this blessing, and this curse?”