Mother Daughter Poems Love Novels & Stories

I could feel Dante’s bond tugging weakly inside my chest, as if he knew something was happening to me. Mother’s voice softened, almost tender. “You see, my daughter, sometimes power is not taken by force. It’s given… willingly. That’s the beauty of love—it blinds them.” My throat felt tight. “And if he doesn’t fall in love with me?” Her smile turned into something sharp and cruel. “Then you’ll make him.” Her eyes darkened as she stepped close enough for me to feel the cold energy radiating off her skin. She reached out and ran her hand down my cheek, her touch freezing against my skin.

She sang softly, efficiently driving sleep from her mother's eyes- who felt unshed tears at the sight of her daughter. Deloise' heart broke at the sight of her mother's tears. " I'm sorry about everything, I love you." " My b-baby " Esther took the cake from her daughter' hands, dropped it by her lamp stand and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. " I love you so much, child. " She said, kissing her wavy hair. " Unm, okay mom, I love you too!" Deloise squeaked out, lost for breath at the sheer power of the hug she was enveloped in.

For weeks I had managed to avoid reading the letter my mother wrote to me, simply because I did not want the image I had of her to fade into something else, something possibly worse. Pulling the letter out of the large front pocket of my hoodie, I opened it up. The penmanship was unfamiliar but beautiful nonetheless. The f's resembled my own, curvy and long, just how I had been taught to make them. Dearest Cara, My sweet beautiful daughter. It is through tears of guilt that I write this to you, my first words to you since we last spoke. I have never stopped loving you. In fact, my love for you grows more and more with each passing day.

daughter. She looks like you, Amelia. Your lovely daughter looks like you. Now that our daughter is here with me, I'll always protect her no matter what happens. She'll always be loved. I'll give her the love she deserves coming from her dad. Our daughter is here with me safe and happy. Thank you for taking care of our daughter. I salute you for being a strong woman, Amelia. You're the best woman I had ever seen in my life. I couldn't find someone like you, but your daughter is always reminding me of you—our love. Forgive me please, my love. I know you're in the better place and I want you to forgive me. I love you, my love. I'll always love you until my last breath. I love you and I really

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

Each word felt like peeling open my ribs, exposing something soft and tender that the world had already tried too many times to cut into. When I hold my daughter, I know the world outside can burn and it won’t matter. Because she is mine. She is ours. She came from love—the kind of love I never thought I would have, the kind of love that still scares me with how much it demands from me. I would give her anything. I would give her my last breath if it meant she’d never know the kind of pain I’ve carried. Tears blurred my vision, splashing onto the keyboard. I wiped them quickly, sniffling, forcing myself to keep going.

The door behind him was thrown open, giving a clear view of Jillian and Maisie scuffling with each other. "I won't let you get what you want!" Jillian screamed at the top of her lungs. "Every woman who seduces Daddy must die! Daddy belongs to me and me alone! No one can take him away from me!" Fresh blood flowed down Maisie's leg. She grabbed a fistful of Jillian's hair and ruthlessly slapped her behind. "It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too!

"I love you, Mom. Always and forever. Rest peacefully, knowing that you will forever be cherished in my heart." With newfound strength and a renewed sense of purpose, Nora rises from her place beside the grave. Though the ache of loss would always remain, she carries with her the knowledge that her mother's love would guide her through life's challenges and triumphs. She knows that her mother's silent support would be a constant presence, an unwavering beacon in the journey ahead. And with each gust of wind that brushes against her cheek, she will be reminded of the enduring bond between a mother and the daughter, transcending time and space.

” Sunny emphasized “ I read a poem by Joanna Fuchs and it says: “Love Is A Mother’s Gift When God made mothers, He took great care To fill their hearts with love so rare. Their children are their greatest prize; You can see the great love in your mother’s eyes. Love, love is a mother’s gift To their precious children, their hearts to lift. Warm, tender and giving love” “It's best if you try to bring her into your lives before it's too late." Sunny elaborated.

Mother just sat at the sitting room crying, silent deep sobs that made her fragile body shake between sobs. I just watched her helplessly, I didn't know what to do. What can a seven years old girl do especially when you know the whole problem resulted from your being born. I felt the sting of burning tears in my eyes and a realization that left a bitter taste in my mouth. "My father doesn't love me and from all indications doesn't want me either." This thought killed me softly, I crouched at the back of the door and held my doll tightly and that was where my mother found me hours after my so-called father left. ********