{"id":126782,"date":"2023-09-02T10:03:14","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:03:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=126782"},"modified":"2023-09-02T16:42:27","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T20:42:27","slug":"angel-face","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/angel-face\/","title":{"rendered":"Angel Face"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-133550\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/71536151354__945F6477-9BCD-4067-9A74-AB974B3643C1-scaled-e1693686720900-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"My angel Face\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" \/>Looking like love whether asleep or awake<\/p>\n<p>I love my little angel face. She\u2019s time everlasting<\/p>\n<p>the winds lay at her feet.<\/p>\n<p>Angels guard her doorstep. The sun<\/p>\n<p>lightens her path. The moon is her friend<\/p>\n<p>they talk every night.<\/p>\n<p>I love my little angel face<\/p>\n<p>she makes my burdens alight.<\/p>\n<p>Life moves and dances about her<\/p>\n<p>Like a night at the ballet.<\/p>\n<p>What a joy to have in my life<\/p>\n<p>my little angel face.<\/p>\n<p>Mere words are difficult<\/p>\n<p>trying to explain what\u2019s in my<\/p>\n<p>heart. The love I feel will take<\/p>\n<p>much more to express what\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>what with me and my little angel face.<\/p>\n<p>I could write, and write, and write<\/p>\n<p>from now on but I can\u2019t ever really<\/p>\n<p>explain what love and joy I feel<\/p>\n<p>for my little angel face\u2026 Only<\/p>\n<p>time can reveal. No matter what<\/p>\n<p>my angel face is my must. I have to have<\/p>\n<p>my baby girl; my granddaughter; my little angel face.<\/p>\n<p>I hope that someone gets the gist<\/p>\n<p>of what I\u2019m trying to express.<\/p>\n<p>I love my little angel face<\/p>\n<p>and she\u2019s the family crest.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Looking like love whether asleep or awake I love my little angel face. She\u2019s time everlasting the winds lay at her feet. Angels guard her doorstep. The sun lightens her path. The moon is her friend they talk every night. I love my little angel&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5223,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[31],"class_list":["post-126782","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-love"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126782","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\/5223"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=126782"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126782\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":133608,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126782\/revisions\/133608"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=126782"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=126782"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=126782"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}