the exhausted mother
\nshut her eyes
\nher back was hurting
\nshe didn’t have it in her
\nto tell her children
\nthe regular bedtime story<\/p>\n
just imagine<\/em>, she said to them, and anima-<\/em> blinking mama, i’m looking the exhausted mother shut her eyes her back was hurting she didn’t have it in her to tell her children the regular bedtime story just imagine, she said to them, a beautiful garden in front of your eyes with flowers in bright colours and anima-…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3670,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,1136,441,5],"tags":[4906,5360,4375,4425,5359,2548,5133],"class_list":["post-117076","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2022fullmarathon","tag-2022hour14","tag-ermelindamakkimane","tag-fairytalepoetry","tag-fairytaletwist","tag-hour14","tag-thepoetrymarathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117076","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\/3670"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=117076"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117076\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124012,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117076\/revisions\/124012"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=117076"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=117076"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=117076"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na beautiful garden
\nin front of your eyes
\nwith flowers in bright
\ncolours<\/p>\n
\nshe sensed
\na movement
\nin front of her<\/p>\n
\nopen her eyes
\nshe saw her five-year old’s
\nhead hover above her own
\nan anxious expression
\non her child face
\nwhat’s the matter sweetheart<\/em>,
\nshe asked, concerned<\/p>\n
\nfor the garden in your eyes
\nbecause there’s no garden
\nbefore my eyes<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"