{"id":110859,"date":"2022-06-25T14:12:01","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:12:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=110859"},"modified":"2022-06-25T14:12:01","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:12:01","slug":"kitten-hour-six","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/kitten-hour-six\/","title":{"rendered":"Kitten, hour six"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Do you know a mother&#8217;s love?<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;re old enough, now, to know it for yourself;<\/p>\n<p>I once shared your mother with you.<\/p>\n<p>Some say animals don&#8217;t love as people do,<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s sometimes true, but I loved you<\/p>\n<p>far beyond when my kittens were grown and gone,<\/p>\n<p>when you were three I draped in your lap, purring<\/p>\n<p>even as knobby knees pushed my ribs,<\/p>\n<p>and grubby hands grabbed. I loved you,<\/p>\n<p>as love from a mother can only be;<\/p>\n<p>without boundaries or limits, or species,<\/p>\n<p>without expectation of reciprocation,<\/p>\n<p>knowing my short life would never match yours.<\/p>\n<p>I would never live to see you fully grown,<\/p>\n<p>a kitten of your own, but sometimes, sometimes,<\/p>\n<p>a mother&#8217;s love pulls me back from that rainbow bridge<\/p>\n<p>and I love you only as a mother can, unseen, unfelt<\/p>\n<p>but purring all the same.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-110991\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20220625_140922-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20220625_140922-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20220625_140922-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20220625_140922-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20220625_140922-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20220625_140922-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Do you know a mother&#8217;s love? You&#8217;re old enough, now, to know it for yourself; I once shared your mother with you. Some say animals don&#8217;t love as people do, it&#8217;s sometimes true, but I loved you far beyond when my kittens were grown and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":214,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-110859","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110859","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\/214"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=110859"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110859\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":111004,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110859\/revisions\/111004"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=110859"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=110859"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=110859"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}