A small movement… I felt it… Inside me…. Wondering whether you are okay…. A new fear… Whether to call mother… Or to call husband… A second thought… Will I scare them? Does everyone feel same at this time? Should I take scan? Fingers dialed mother’s number…. Same time… Doorbell broke the silence… I hugged mother ….. Than realizing her phone keeps ringing…. And it’s my phone connecting hers…. All fear vanished all of sudden… Its mother in front of me… No wonder she is my backbone…..
Beautiful poem Caide, A backbone becomes backbone for another! And the cycle continues. You cherish the backbone you had and you cherish the time you become the backbone to another! wonderful poem! Thanks for it! Vaidehi
Sure, I agree with that indeed! He sure would be the backbone, no doubt about that, without that backbone, can't cherish any happiness or love! The cycle can never ignore the most important people, the couple!