{"id":119076,"date":"2022-06-26T07:25:04","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T11:25:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=119076"},"modified":"2022-06-26T01:52:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T05:52:23","slug":"at-the-diner-hour-twenty-three","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/at-the-diner-hour-twenty-three\/","title":{"rendered":"At the Diner &#8211; Hour Twenty-Three"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At the diner, memories return<br \/>\nFar too many there to name<br \/>\nFrom childhood antics to new love<br \/>\nTo orders staking claim<br \/>\nIn some ways &#8217;tis full circle<br \/>\nMy life here with the food<br \/>\nBoth then and now with toddlers<br \/>\nJust learning to be good<\/p>\n<p>When I was young, slow service<br \/>\nMeant you beat forks on the table<br \/>\nAnd now my daughter emulates<br \/>\nThe best that she is able<br \/>\nWhile screaming for her order<br \/>\nOf burger, fries and milk<br \/>\nShe then says &#8220;please&#8221; so sweetly<br \/>\nHer soft words as smooth as silk<\/p>\n<p>To take it even further<br \/>\nIn my diner reverie<br \/>\nI once quizzed my love on artists<br \/>\nMet with heart-pained tragedy<br \/>\nAnd in that time, we bonded<br \/>\nAs our history has shown<br \/>\nThere are so many memories<br \/>\nSome the best I&#8217;ve ever known<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, it&#8217;s not about the food<br \/>\nBut time spent with loved ones near<br \/>\nThat makes the diner special<br \/>\nFor everyone, year after year<br \/>\nThe memories made last far beyond<br \/>\nWhate&#8217;er was served that day<br \/>\nThe time spent there, forever fond<br \/>\nSurpassing each entree<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At the diner, memories return Far too many there to name From childhood antics to new love To orders staking claim In some ways &#8217;tis full circle My life here with the food Both then and now with toddlers Just learning to be good When&#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":[4880,5479,1572,1806,3456,392],"class_list":["post-119076","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-diner-poems","tag-family-poems","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119076","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=119076"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119076\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":119118,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119076\/revisions\/119118"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=119076"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=119076"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=119076"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}