despair

A mother's heart to her child

As she watched him, tear drops rolled down from the ages of her dark bereaved eyes. She lifted herself gently from her seat, unbuttoned her gold coloured gown and let it slip down her fresh spotless skin to her feet, and holding out her hands to Bourne, with Mucored throat and coarsed voice, tears over-flowing at each sob she drew, 'come on my sweet Angel, please come'.

Author's Note

Can you guess the theme?