'A Strange Voice On The Line' Poem by Linda Winchell

I received a call just the other day
But couldn’t recognize what they were trying to say.
It was blubbery and oh so faint.
Wanted to hang up
But guess maybe I'd wait.

To try and find out who had called
And was speaking through
All that blubbering bawled.

When I figured out who it was
It was a dear distant cousin
That’s who it was.
She was calling me and trying to say
That, she’d missed me so much
Since I’d moved away.

A stranger voice I had never heard!
Through her blubbered words
Which seemed then, all blurred.
“I miss you too”, was my reply
Understood much better thought
When one tries not cry.