{"id":116007,"date":"2022-06-25T20:20:54","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T00:20:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=116007"},"modified":"2022-07-10T17:53:32","modified_gmt":"2022-07-10T21:53:32","slug":"may-mother-be-a-celebration","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/may-mother-be-a-celebration\/","title":{"rendered":"May Mother be a Celebration"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-124831\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Tolkien-Flowers-Retouch-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Tolkien-Flowers-Retouch-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Tolkien-Flowers-Retouch-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Tolkien-Flowers-Retouch-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Tolkien-Flowers-Retouch-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Tolkien-Flowers-Retouch-scaled.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo one reads hardback anymore,\u201d he said,<br \/>\nsunflower glasses perched on a perfect nose.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBeats knitting,\u201d I replied, his beach bag brimming<br \/>\nwith yarn and cheddar cheese crackers.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cClearing my mother\u2019s space,\u201d<br \/>\nsadness. A splash of mud.<br \/>\n\u201cJust finishing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Wine glasses.<br \/>\nA mile of thick threads<br \/>\ncrash<\/p>\n<p>at last;<br \/>\nthe pull of pavement<br \/>\nbuckling pull of lust.<\/p>\n<p>Nail broken on oak headboards,<br \/>\nmy satchel by the door.<\/p>\n<p>No one reads hardback anymore.<\/p>\n<p>No. Never.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cNo one reads hardback anymore,\u201d he said, sunflower glasses perched on a perfect nose. \u201cBeats knitting,\u201d I replied, his beach bag brimming with yarn and cheddar cheese crackers. \u201cClearing my mother\u2019s space,\u201d sadness. A splash of mud. \u201cJust finishing.\u201d Wine glasses. A mile of thick&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[31,214,5290],"class_list":["post-116007","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-love","tag-lust","tag-meet-cute"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116007","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\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=116007"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116007\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124832,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116007\/revisions\/124832"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=116007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=116007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=116007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}