The Pulsating Time

I was sitting in the corridor

Awaiting my turn to the core

Looking wide open at the monitor

Green and red lights signaled in terror

Will they call me...anxiety and fear 

People running, chatting hither and thither

But...I... unable to move, smile...none to care!

Why? Time flies...no one calls me to share

Chanting God's name, aghast! nothing is clear.

Lovable couples touch and shake each other 

Young and old, men and women hugged over

But still, I am alone...not even a guy so near...

Waiting for a touch, a soft kiss, to soar

My heart beats....hands and legs shiver

Moving a little, peeping at the door

Someone rushing towards me in roar

Wow! I am thrilled....many around me to gear

Tiptoed to the room, age not to wither

I slipped my arms on it...my little grandchild...so dear

Newborn...right in front, being a grandma...filled with tears

Awaiting for this pulsating time to be touched and kissed ever

Sweet little child, I live for thee...our bonding love...in par and far

Beyond expression, unless it is felt, that vibrates to trigger

The life long relationship..it's here, if not where?