{"id":100164,"date":"2021-06-27T06:27:04","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T10:27:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100164"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:29:27","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:29:27","slug":"the-skylights-hour-twenty-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-skylights-hour-twenty-two\/","title":{"rendered":"The Skylights &#8211; Hour Twenty-Two"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You walked into the living room and flat lined by the chair<br \/>\nWe had to let the medics know that you were in despair<br \/>\nThey found a pulse, you tracked your eyes and squeaked a last Goodbye<br \/>\nBefore you faded out again through the lights in the sky<br \/>\nI\u2019ve always felt your spirit left through windows in our roof<br \/>\nAnd when our ceiling fan turned on all by itself, my proof<br \/>\nIt was the saddest day I\u2019ve known, the day you left us, Dad<br \/>\nBut, I am grateful for the time and memories we had<br \/>\nNot long after you left this world, the hurricane brought close<br \/>\nThe death of so much more in life, those skylights suffered most<br \/>\nAnd so did the fishing pier home, where we\u2019d spent many days<br \/>\nThe gallant pier, our second home, in toothpicks on display<br \/>\nLosing the pier felt so much like I had somehow lost you twice<br \/>\nGone was our little piece of joy, our coastal paradise<br \/>\nBut unlike life, it was rebuilt and the memories remain<br \/>\nDeath is so final and so raw, I wish I could explain<br \/>\nYou left this world so suddenly, so tragically, in fact<br \/>\nIn all went down in front of me with that last heart attack<br \/>\nI wish that there could be some way for the skylights to return<br \/>\nYour soul back to us here on earth, for this much I so yearn<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You walked into the living room and flat lined by the chair We had to let the medics know that you were in despair They found a pulse, you tracked your eyes and squeaked a last Goodbye Before you faded out again through the lights&#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":[4101,4682,4681,4680,1806,3456,392],"class_list":["post-100164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2021poetrymarathon","tag-autobiographic-poetry-about-death","tag-death-poem","tag-death-poetry","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100164","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=100164"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100164\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100190,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100164\/revisions\/100190"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100164"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100164"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100164"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}