Mother's Love

|Draco|

The call follows him everywhere

(It's pathetic how it's the only thing that follows him anywhere)

At first, he protests

"I'll be fine, mother, I'm a Malfoy!"

He doesn't wait to

see the silvery trails that

the pearly teardrops leave

on her pale pale cheeks…

"Oh, I'm a Malfoy, too, son."

Then, he ignores

The letters he writes to her grow sparse,

Her once lush tresses turn greyer by the day

Later, he begins to h.i.d.e

Mummy's warm caresses become oh-so-precious

No one else wants him alive the way she does

But it's too late now, Draco

Mummy's dead and Daddy's in prison

who's there to save you

when the Dark Lord choses to make you

his tastiest

prey?

Entered in Remi's 100 Prompts Challenge on the Poetry Crazy forum, prompt #3: concern

The Freeverse Frenzie Competition, entry #3