Romans & histoires Mama Bear Poem

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, mija?” She didn’t look at me, her attention captured by a beetle making its laborious way across a twig. “The song is different here,” she whispered. My breath caught. “Song?” She nodded, finally turning her luminous eyes to me. There was no fear in them, only a deep, placid understanding. “Everything has a song, Mama. The city’s song was loud and sharp. The Garden’s was… fake. A hum. But here…” She spread her small hands, encompassing the entire forest. “Here, it’s a chorus. The trees sing old, slow songs. The water sings over the stones. The sky sings a song of blue and grey.” She tilted her head. “It doesn’t hurt to listen here.”

Emma could almost see it, the terror in her mother’s small frame, the way her breath must have hitched. “I screamed and ran, but it chased me. I felt its hot breath, heard its growl and then pain as its claws snagged my shirt. I knew I was going to die.” Her mom’s voice trembled. “But then… something black and fast lunged from the trees. A wolf. Huge, with glowing green eyes. It tackled the bear, snarling, tearing into it. I was so scared, I just ran until I crashed into my mother’s arms.” Emma’s pulse raced. That was Grandpa. That was him.

"Look, Maple. The bear is big. Like the tall man. Like our daddy." "Yes!" Maple agreed, bouncing up and down on the sofa cushion. "Our daddy is bigger than the bear. He broke the door like a superhero!" "He did," Rosy whispered, her eyes wide as she looked at the page. "The bear has big paws, but daddy has big hands to save us." "And the water dragons can swim all the way across the deep ocean," Maple continued, pulling another paper from the middle of the stack. "They go to the warm islands when it snows. They follow the fish. See these little marks right here in the corner? Those are their maps."

he chuckles you're so lame papa Only for you and your mother dear, see you soon bye bye I put my phone down grinning like an idiot, I know very well how much my dad loves me, he always says my mom has Three mamas' boys so I am his treasure daddy’s girl, I have long since grown from girl-hood into womanhood but hey, no harm no foul, I am what I am to my papa bear.

Taking her hand in mine, I whispered softly, the same words she used to say to me. “Listen carefully, okay? Your daughter will make you sleep peacefully.” *Listen carefully, okay? Your mother will make you sleep peacefully.* And then… I began. “There was once a happy family of pigs. Papa pig, Mama pig, and Little pig. They lived in a small forest where the sun was warm and the trees were tall. Every day, Papa pig protected them, Mama pig took care of them, and Little pig laughed happily. And every night, no matter how dark the forest became…

You gave me strength to go on There were so many times Looking back when I was so afraid And then you'd come to me and say to me I could face anything And no one else can do What you have done for me You'll always be, you will always be The girl in my life, ooh, oh Mama, mama, you know I love you (You know I love you, you know I love you) Mama, mama, you're the queen of my heart (you are) Your love is like tears from the stars (Your love is like tears from the stars) Mama, I just want you to know (ooh, mama I just want you to know) Lovin' you is like food to my soul Never gonna go a day without you Fills me up just thinking' about you I'll never go a day without my mama Mama, mama, you know

The mountain valley echoed with harrowing screams, the metallic scent of blood saturating the air. I stood still, watching, waiting for their demise, when suddenly, a gunshot cracked through the stillness. The bear, startled by the sound, turned sharply and bolted back to its cubs, gathering them before vanishing into the forest's shadows.

I can’t believe I’m even considering a third mate but my mother told me that I shouldn’t be ashamed of a mate bond or my feelings for a mate. I was laying back on the blanket with my eyes closed when I felt a wet nose on my arm and I began to giggle thinking it was Damon in his wolf form being silly until I heard he yell, “El!” My eyes shot open to a huge grizzly bear that was indulging in the food that was laying out on the blanket.

Then, as I made my way deeper into the room and over to my desk, the words that were playing on a loop registered. ‘I make a motherfucker say, oh yeah. I’m cold as a lamb with no hair. If you ever see me fighting in a forest with a grizzly bear, HELP THE BEAR Cause that BITCH gon’ need it, and I'm home and greedy. Gimme that gosh damn porridge, but I'm never gonna eat it.’ “What the hell is that?” I mouthed the words to Mancini, who was the closest one to me, and he walked over.

I ran, O I ran, but they grey wolf ran faster O mother, I cry in the air at thy door. Cry shoo! now cry shoo! but his fangs were so cruel, Thy son (save his hatchet) thou’lt never see more. Walter De La Mare.