despairA Story by Gideon 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'.
© 2012 GideonAuthor's Note
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Added on September 5, 2012 Last Updated on September 5, 2012 Author
Gideonabuja, NigeriaAboutBobgideon. Unfolding. Not religious. Do not know what I am, whether christian or not, but I know what I believe. Love to write. Of course that is the only way to save my self from pain of emotions. Lo.. more..Writing
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