The Thrill Of Waiting, The Pain Of Waiting, The Fear Of Being Neglected Poem by Joice Kurian

I am emotionally invested a little too much in her.
I may be judged by someone who reads this when I say that I asked her to call me every day of this vacation.
But I could not imagine not being in touch with my little girl for 12 days.
She promised me that she would call me.
But she did not.
Not one day.
Day after day, I sort of gave her reminders to call me.
Day after day, I waited for my phone to ring so that I may hear her sweet voice.
But that call never came till today.
I was afraid to keep my phone away from me for a minute, what if she called and I missed, I thought.
I love her.
Nothing changes in my affection for her.
She will always be my little one.
But I am tired of waiting.
It is not doing any good to me.
But I should remember that my emotions cannot be dependent on others or on my environment.
Still I hope that she may call.
That expectation is almost killing me.
The thrill of waiting, the pain of waiting, the fear of being neglected are all too overwhelming.