Mama Bear Poem Novels & Stories

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

she exclaimed sheepishly. She walked around the place, she could only see birds, and no other kind of animals, probably Jung Zu only likes birds. Standing before a cave, she saw a big beast's face. The beast that was sleeping soundly, saw an ant before him, Mama Sarah stepped backwards. The beast was wondering what the tiny ant was doing in his master realm, it started moving, and the entire cave quaked. Mama Sarah didn't wait any longer, she started running away frantically, the beast looked towards the direction she was running to.

she hid behind her mother's sitting figure, earning a laughter from her. “Who's after my baby?” Leah asked, trying to contain her laughter. “It's the big, bad Papa Bear,” Little Alaria mumbled as she covered her face with her dainty hands. “Oh no! No one dares to harm my baby. Not even the big, bad Papa Bear,” Leah continued with their act, pulling Alaria to her side as much as she could with her protruding belly. “Come here, my little angel. Mama will protect you.” Alaria snuggled into the embrace of her mother, wrapping her arms tightly around her.

‘She abandoned her child for five years and now she wanted him to praise her? "Change to another one," Jay snapped. Baby Robbie started reciting another poem called The Song of the Wanderer without thinking about it. “The fine lines on Mother’s hands. The clothes of the wanderer’s clothes.” ... It was yet another poem of maternal love.

said her mother; Rose, who had quite an imagination in her mind shivered like her mother did as she had ended her talk. "No matter how large it is, it won't be as large as bears, isn't it?" asked Rose because from the way her mother described it, it appears that the wolves were both tall and large. "There aren't wolves that are as large as bears, Rose," came the gentle voice from behind that took the attention of Rose and her mother.

Goldilocks said, “I suppose I could have waited outside your door.” “We were coming right home,” said Mama Bear. "We might have invited you in if we knew you were hungry." "Awwwwnnn" Casey and Alex said in surprise “I’m sorry about the chair,” said Goldilocks. “I guess you saw it broke.” "Yep," said Mama Bear with a frown. “I’m good at fixing things,” said Goldilocks, “If you have glue.” “Of course we have glue!” said Papa Bear. “What kind of bears do you think we are?”

The bear stopped, sniffed the offering, then devoured it in seconds. “Go,” my mother whispered. We moved carefully, not running, but the moment we stepped out of the clearing, I heard it again. A low, rumbling growl. I glanced over my shoulder—it was following us. I dropped another fish, but this time, it barely slowed. My heart pounded. And then the bear charged. “Run!” my mom shouted, shifting into her wolf form mid-stride. She lunged at the bear, trying to draw its attention away from me.

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.