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For those of you not familiar with trucker slang, truckers sometimes refer to their wives as "mama." I got choked up when I read the first poem, and I don't get choked up easily. Truckers know lots of sad stories, and if you guys read my Stories From the Road stories you probably already know that.
The Road
by Jon Yeager (For my wife)
The road has left too many blank spots on my mind
Your smile, your kiss, your touch in the night, are almost hazy recollections of better times
Another mile goes by and with it another piece of my memory
Life is going by and with it, no new memories
My dreams are only broken bits of things I wish I'd made time to do
The white lines on the highway stretch together behind me, like blurry footprints of my life
I love what I do, I'm good at what I do but I often wish I'd chosen a different road
The road has left too many blank spots on my mind
I love you, I miss you I can't wait to be home With you
On The Road
by Louise Horn
As I stare out my window At the cars breezing past The white lines come quickly The trees go by fast
I go by the exits There's no time to stop Albuquerque by mornin' To make my first drop
Sometimes I miss Mama And her smiling face I'll be back home shortly To her warm embrace
She need not be worried I won't be gone long I know where my heart is And where I belong
So good night sweet darlin' Let my words hold you tight May God keep you till I get there To kiss you good night
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