{"id":101573,"date":"2021-06-27T05:58:57","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T09:58:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=101573"},"modified":"2021-06-27T06:05:14","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T10:05:14","slug":"puds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/puds\/","title":{"rendered":"Puds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I can\u2019t imagine a life<br \/>\nWithout his smile<br \/>\nThat bright beam that lights<br \/>\nMy way through<br \/>\nThe worst days<br \/>\nShining brighter<br \/>\nMy best\u2026<br \/>\nHe\u2019s a silly tease with<br \/>\nInnocence abounding<br \/>\nSimple toilet humor<br \/>\nAnd a penchant for<br \/>\nCausing my senses to revolt.<br \/>\nHe\u2019s mama\u2019s boy<br \/>\nWith golden hair<br \/>\nSunflower eyes<br \/>\nJust like his mama-<br \/>\nShimmering with mischief<br \/>\nJust like his mama-<br \/>\nSilly humor and a cause to give rise<br \/>\nTo temper, he quells with<br \/>\nSarcasm.<br \/>\nHe is <em>so <\/em> my child.<br \/>\nWithout a word, he brings me flowers<br \/>\nI fasten to my journal.<br \/>\nHe notices my pain<br \/>\nAnd finds ways to make it better.<br \/>\nHe\u2019s thoughtful, albeit a smidge<br \/>\nManipulative,<br \/>\nPlaying upon my weaknesses-<br \/>\nHis smile and that slight<br \/>\nAlmost undetectable squeak<br \/>\nAs I tickle him<br \/>\nThreatening to make him pee.<br \/>\nThe honesty and closeness<br \/>\nWe have is something that cannot<br \/>\nBe broken<br \/>\nOr marred<br \/>\nAs he opened his eyes to truth<br \/>\nAnd sees with clarity<br \/>\nAnd knows what is right and good<br \/>\nAnd what is wrong and uncalled for-<br \/>\nBut lacks the courage or conviction<br \/>\nTo stand for himself-<br \/>\nBut in ways he can\u2019t<br \/>\nSo I stand for him<br \/>\nand my protective boy he<br \/>\nstands for me<br \/>\nand life has a learning curve.<br \/>\nI was blessed with this monster<br \/>\nWho\u2019s the spitting image of myself.<br \/>\nWe drive each other crazy<br \/>\nBut we love each other fiercely.<br \/>\nHe is the greatest gift ever given to me-<br \/>\nThe crowning joy in my life<br \/>\nthe greatest thing I&#8217;ve ever done<br \/>\nwas bring him into this life.<br \/>\nMy son, my boy, my Puds<br \/>\nI have never been more proud<br \/>\nOf anything I have done<br \/>\nMore than how proud I am<br \/>\nOf you. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I can\u2019t imagine a life Without his smile That bright beam that lights My way through The worst days Shining brighter My best\u2026 He\u2019s a silly tease with Innocence abounding Simple toilet humor And a penchant for Causing my senses to revolt. He\u2019s mama\u2019s boy&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1485,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[1512,4125,2158,4766,4239,15,391,10,355,4767,4765,390,1084],"class_list":["post-101573","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-kids","tag-2021-poetry-marathon","tag-full-marathon","tag-mother-to-son","tag-motherhood","tag-poem","tag-poet","tag-poetry","tag-poetry-marathon","tag-proud-mama","tag-son","tag-writer","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101573","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\/1485"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101573"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101573\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101692,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101573\/revisions\/101692"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101573"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101573"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101573"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}