Sara Chansarkar Poet Rhyme

Waiting

All of my texts go unanswered
My anxious calls slither to voicemail
I glance at the huge grandfather clock
My hands distractedly sorting the mail

I then check my trusted wristwatch
Its hands surely creeping beyond six
Reprimanding my heartbeats to calm
Some dinner I start to fix

The traffic check on the radio
Always has my undivided attention
Crashes, injuries and lane closures—
Your name to God I overtly mention

Those metal and rubber monsters
Frantically accelerating to get ahead
Send a prickly chill down my spine
As I mix the dough for bread

The walls around seem to move closer
The heat of the oven is stifling
If only you could call me once
Waiting and willing for the phone to ring

Written on:-2/23/2017

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Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown March 13, 2017 at 1:39 PM Waiting sometimes save us much troubles but could disturb the mind. Nice work Sara.

Mark Martin March 5, 2017 at 11:15 AM Think my wife might relate to this when I forget to phone. Great poetry and congratulations! :-)

Daniel Turner February 23, 2017 at 5:50 PM I think they make pills for that, Mrs Sara. The poem had ME on edge. Matt. 6: 25-34

Doug Vinson February 23, 2017 at 3:40 PM Well done, Sara. : ) Very real concerns and fears. I hope I never get a certain call from my mother-in-law or my wife's sister.

Chris Green February 23, 2017 at 12:58 PM This feels a little lighthearted but I know deep inside this situation does not feel good at all. I have been there many times, worried and waiting for a call or them to pull in the driveway or something. Really nice Sara and thanks for your visit.