Empty Spaces


Empty spaces, where adventures abound,

Memories hold significance,

And secrets linger awaiting discovery

Look at a woman, there’s mystery,
Beauty, life, nurturing, love
But what of her empty spaces, her secrets
The shadows along her neck
Where she nuzzled her husband during intimate evenings
Between her motherly bosom
Where she nourished and comforted her children 
The openness of her arms
Where she hugs those who matter most
Between her sometimes stiff fingers
Where the truth of her labors reside
Between her toes, ankles, and knees
Where the frustrations of life dissipate with a good run
The vastness of her soul
Where she wagers to save the world whether they realize it or not

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