She sits on the armchair,holding her phone,
A routine to follow every Saturday,
Waiting cautiously to hear the phone ring,
So much to speak about the whole week,
Never to miss, a promise she made,
To her dear child when s/he left.
This poem is submitted to the following challenges-
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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
I like that. Keeping in touch.
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It's amazing how much you look forward to certain calls at the end of the week!
Enjoyed your post!
Amy
Thank you Amy. And when we are specially away from parents they definitely do wait for calls from us on the days we promised.
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