Mama Bear Poem Novels & Stories

The needle pricked my fingers several times, and dark shadows formed under my eyes. Seeing me rub my sore fingers, my husband teased her on purpose. "Mommy stayed up so late making you that bear. How will you repay her one day?" Hugging the new bear, Lyra answered without even looking up. "Repay her for what? Mommy's going to die someday anyway." My husband went still, and my eyes stung at once. Yet Lyra saw the looks on our faces, she giggled and held the little bear up high. The next morning I ate my breakfast in silence and said nothing more.

I raked my mind for images of the wolf I saw. "He was brown, kinda big and fluffy. I don't know what else to say" I answered truthfully, it was dark after all. "That's the description of almost every wolf" Caleb pointed out, and I gave him an unimpressed look. I didn't miss the way Mama bear looked though, as if she knew something. Emma was throwing daggers at her with her eyes, looking at her disapprovingly. The longer we sat the more they looked uneasy. "I have to go," Mama bear announced suddenly. "You're okay Victoria, you're not in danger" She reassured.

Hush my little babies, Dont say a word, Mom's going to buy you a mocking bird, And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mom's going to buy you a diamond ring, And if that diamond ring don't shine, Mom's going to buy you a pretty doll, Hush my little babies, Don't say a word. Mom sang "I love you girls". She turned off the lights n left. Why do I feel like I have that song before? I wondered n slept off. Hmm isn't Something fishy about ria?? Still ur lazy author winnie. Much love

I doubt that I will make it out of this before help arrives and gets rid of it. As I start to tremble, I remember something my mother once said, “When a bear runs at you, play dead. Roll up into a ball and they will smack you around a few times but get bored and go home. Then you run away and get help. You will have cuts and bruises from it, but at least you won’t be torn to shreds and dead.”

She starts to sing to me. When I hear a baby cry, I think of a lullaby— a lullaby that seems to cling to me— a lullaby my momma would sing to me. But Mama, I'm not tired. I yawn sleepily. Mama grins and continues to sing You will close your eyes, you will rest on my heart, waiting for the sweet night. While you will sleep, while you will dream, I will watch over you. I close my eyes and listen to my Mama's beautiful voice

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

“ Just how are you able to sleep at night? When you left your daughter at the mercy of her abusive stepmother and a wicked father..” “ No. I didn’t…”She murmured. “ I will never do that to you.” “ But you did …Mom! You did!” I shrieked and harshly wiped my tears away with the back of my hand and breathed out sharply. “ I guess you never cared," I uttered and a loud sob tore out of her throat. " You were in a hurry to jump into the bed of the white bear .” I gave a mock laugh hiding the pain in my voice.

If I'm not mistaken, 'I love ice cream' are the only words he can say. "Of course, I love ice cream. Who doesn't love ice cream?" I said. "Goodnight, Bear." I sighed and caged him to my arms. He's fluffy so he's indeed huggable. I proceed to count sheep, it will help me sleep, it should. That's what my Mama said. Just thinking of her is enough to make my eyes water and as usual, it streamed down from my cheeks and it settled down to my pillows. My hand twitches as I urge myself not to sob. Thankfully, it stopped. Four sheep. Five sheep. Six sheep. Seven sheep. I feel my eyelids got heavy and in no time, darkness eat my mind.

"Aww, my daddy bear is being dramatic again. Did you miss your baby bear that much? I teased him more. "Oh, enough both of you. Honey help me prepare the dinner, your cousins are on their way now. Leave your dad there being sentimental again, he's always like that when he sees you anyway". my mom teases Dad and I just laugh at them. This feeling at home is really amazing.

That night, Bei Ling digs her a bed of snow and moss, and Mei sleeps on his breast, white fur like a blanket. The moon in his gullet warms her. “Bei Ling,” Mei says the next day, riding his star strand back, “should not the moon belong to everyone?” Bei Ling grunts with laughter. “Then I would be but a man, not the Bear Moon of the Mountains.” But there is a look in Mei’s eyes like a promise. So Bei Ling spits out the moon, and it sails away,