Romans & histoires Mama Bear Poem

One member of the bear clan steps, skinny and ruddy faced, steps forward. “Could the wolf girl read the poem again?” Barrett hands the carving back to me with a commanding grunt. I obey, reading the inscription slowly, clearly, and loudly. “Yeah, I know some of those lines,” the bear says. “Where from?” Barrett asks. “My mom used to sing a song like that,” he tells us. “But it wasn’t about a blood feud or a curse or anything like that. It was longer, and kind of different.”

"That it is. We had a mama bear and a couple of cubs wander through here the other day." "Really?" Poppy's father nodded. "It's that time of year. They're all coming out of their dens and looking for something to eat." He laughed. "Can't keep a bird feeder out here to save my life." Poppy smiled wanly. "So what brings you home, shug?" her mother asked. "Not that we're not happy to see you. But it seems like something's wrong." Her mother's brown eyes sparkled in the firelight.

She lunged at the bear, trying to draw its attention away from me. “No!” I screamed. There was no way I was letting my mom fight a grizzly alone. I grabbed the biggest stick I could find and swung it as hard as I could, smacking the bear’s side. It turned, furious, and swiped at me, claws tearing through my arm. Pain exploded through me. Blood dripped onto the forest floor. “Aurelia!” My mother’s panicked voice rang through my ears as she leaped at the bear again, sinking her teeth into its shoulder.

Once her tears begin to subside he whispers in her ear, "Read my card, Mom." She opens the card. It has two teddy bears hugging-- a mama bear and a baby bear with the baby bear giving the momma bear a rose.

“Speaking of your mum, how’s she like?” I was silent for a moment, thoughtful. “Ma, is for lack of a better illustration, like a giant stuffed teddy bear, that looks a lot like the real deal… very scary, till you get close enough to realise that she’s just a warm toy that gives the best of hugs.” BRIELLE His mum was like a bear. Interesting choice of words that had me wishing I had never asked about her in the first place.

"That's what they all say. Beat it bitch." Mommy puts the powder on the hard plastic in the car. She rolls money and smells the powder. Mommy shakes like she is cold. We drive home and mommy is very quiet. She takes me inside and puts me on my bed. I grab my bear. My bear is sticky, but I love him. She puts cream on my boo boo and wraps paper around it. She looks at me and her eyes are shiny. She tells me, "thank you for doing mommy a favor. I know you didn't like that game. You won't have to play that game ever again." We go again.

A boy and his bear. Gemma quickly returned to herself and tucked it away in the floor. She slid the board back into place. Her hands still shook the entire time, and she watched the spot, almost expecting the boy to move the floorboard and climb out. This was worse than expecting a ghost to be behind her, ready to eat her. Had she seen what she thought she saw? Was that real? Who sleeps with a wild bear cub? Where were they? She didn’t know what to do. Should she tell someone? Or would that get her in more trouble with Aunt Esme and her parents?

I couldn’t help to smile when I saw the tiny size of Cameron’s footprint next to my own. “It’s a beautiful poem. And it’s spiritual, so I am not sure what you will think about it.’ She giggled. “You remember my friend Lena, right? Her mother Aunt Maria was suffering from illness, and she loves to read a poem, and she’s the who introduce to me this poem. And I love it. It encourages me to keep on going.”

It was an old habit, and Nanny allowed it one last time. "Perhaps. My mother used to sing a song." Nanny sang a strange song where the notes lifted and dropped, and Aurora felt like she was riding the wind as she listened. The girl wished it would never end. The old woman cleared her throat, embarrassed by her own singing and looked around to see who had her. In a low voice, she continued, "My mother said it means 'Beyond the land of ice and snow, you'll find a land of green. There make your home in palace white above the hill and trees.' "

She slowly sat on the bed starring at the picture. "Mum..., dad..., I'm home but I can't find any of you. I feel so lonely, you know? Dad..? Why did you leave mum and me like this? She has even refused to see me or talk to me. What should I do dad...? The whole house feels so empty without you guys around. I miss you so much." she mumbled to the picture in her hand amidst tears as she hugged onto it. "Why Dad..., why did you have to leave us like this?" she exclaimed(sobbing bitterly)as she slowly sat on the floor.