{"id":111015,"date":"2022-06-25T14:20:57","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:20:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=111015"},"modified":"2022-06-25T14:23:47","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:23:47","slug":"still-a-good-daughter-but-more-hour-six","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/still-a-good-daughter-but-more-hour-six\/","title":{"rendered":"Still a Good Daughter but More &#8211; Hour Six"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I still remember that Father&#8217;s Day, 14 years ago. You wore that special ruffled purple dress I loved. You looked beautiful walking down those stairs. It made me smile. When I shook your hand, later that day, and told you that you&#8217;d been a good daughter for twenty-seven years, I knew my health was tedious and moments left might be few. I did not know how few. I had no way of knowing, even if becoming sicker, that I had but a week. I had plans. I know you did too.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve watched you go on to finish school, get married, and not only live a dream but also experience a miracle in delivering my only grandchild. Watching Emily, the baby you named when you were a kid, grow up is such a joy and I wish I were there to hug her in person. But, I&#8217;m there.<\/p>\n<p>All those days, Emily sees me at the pool, I&#8217;m there. When she sees me in the clouds, I&#8217;m there. I do talk to her. I fly over to visit. I&#8217;m always there.<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;re still a good daughter but, more than that, you&#8217;re an equally good wife and absolutely the best mother. Thank you for keeping my memory alive. I love you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I still remember that Father&#8217;s Day, 14 years ago. You wore that special ruffled purple dress I loved. You looked beautiful walking down those stairs. It made me smile. When I shook your hand, later that day, and told you that you&#8217;d been a good&#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":[4880,1806,3456,5104,5103],"class_list":["post-111015","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2022-poetry-marathon","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-letter-poems","tag-letters-from-late-fathers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111015","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=111015"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111015\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":111188,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111015\/revisions\/111188"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111015"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111015"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111015"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}