Poem: ‘Behind the Telephone Line’

Photo Credit:  Girl with red hat

I heard her smile

Behind the telephone line

She was patient

She was kind

Even when I was afraid

Even when I seems unsure

Even when I did not know

If the ‘call,’ was true or not

If the call was to hurt my mind

She was kind

She explain things to me

Without judgement

Without distress

I heard her voice

And I felt a sense of ease

That she believes in me

I call her my guardian angel

Send from a higher angel

Behind the telephone line.

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