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Empty Spaces

I crawled through empty spaces
                                Because I wished to find
My way back through the memories
                                That seem so hard to find
The corridors where all empty
                                The rooms were full of smoke
Sometimes the things we do to ourselves
                                Quite simply is no joke
I stumbled upon a memory
                                Came upon it just by chance
I almost let it slip right by
                                Without a second glance
There I was a little boy
                                 In my Moms cafe
She waited tables 15 years
                                Hardly missed a day
She showed me off to all her friends
                                My blue eyes and my curls
They all agreed when I got older
                                Better watch out for the girls
Thats my second to last memory
                                Next day the Kern River took her life
When I hear Merle Haggard sing that song
                               The words cut me like a knife
I crawled through empty spaces
                               Because I wished to find
A happy memory of my mother
                               To treasure in my mind 


© 2007 Michael Jordan
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Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 9/13/2014 10:25:00 AM

Hi Michael! I sure do wonder how you are? I hope everything is doing well for you, haven't seen a post from you for several years now though... I saw your poem being featured, and this really touched me, and I felt that longing, and it flowed so well for me-- oftentimes, we have those 'empty spaces' that we crawl into after we lose a loved one. I'm so sorry that you lost your mom at such a young age... God bless you, nikko

Race Benoit

Date: 9/13/2014 8:23:00 AM

I love that song also, but for different reasons, Michael. Memories are difficult to deal with many times. I have many memories, and truthfully most of the are bad. I liked your poem.

James Foulk

Date: 8/26/2008 3:39:00 PM

I liked the title, and the way you end it, a happy memory of my mother, to treasure in my mind just beautiful and very touching.