{"id":100014,"date":"2021-06-27T05:40:11","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T09:40:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100014"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:29:27","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:29:27","slug":"solitude-hour-twenty-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/solitude-hour-twenty-one\/","title":{"rendered":"Solitude &#8211; Hour Twenty One"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>All alone in the quiet, while others are sleeping<br \/>\nI sit and I softly reflect<br \/>\nMy life is so blessed, my heart filled with such pride<br \/>\nFor these blessings I\u2019ve so much respect<br \/>\nI am living a life I never thought could be<br \/>\nWith a family I\u2019ve made on my own<br \/>\nI\u2019m grateful for moments like these in the still<br \/>\nTo feel pride as I sit all alone<br \/>\nMy husband is awesome, he\u2019s hardworking and wise<br \/>\nOur daughter is my dream come true<br \/>\nI know I can do nothing wrong in their eyes<br \/>\nThey love me for all that I do<br \/>\nEven our silly cat respects me in her way<br \/>\nI have neighbors that I call my friends<br \/>\nI\u2019ve helped many people, I\u2019ve found my own gifts<br \/>\nAnd I\u2019ve tried to move mountains on ends<br \/>\nThe latter unsuccessful and yet, I have tried<br \/>\nStill, I find incredible joy<br \/>\nIn knowing that every day that I am given<br \/>\nI try my hardest to employ<br \/>\nThe most of the blessings that life has bestowed<br \/>\nFor each is richly filled with wonder<br \/>\nI\u2019d trade it for nothing, for even if it\u2019s not perfect<br \/>\nIt is where I feel I\u2019m meant to be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>All alone in the quiet, while others are sleeping I sit and I softly reflect My life is so blessed, my heart filled with such pride For these blessings I\u2019ve so much respect I am living a life I never thought could be With a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[680,1806,3456,3756,4676,1045,392],"class_list":["post-100014","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-life-poems","tag-quiet-reflection","tag-solitude","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100014","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100014"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100014\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100038,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100014\/revisions\/100038"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100014"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100014"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100014"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}