{"id":129794,"date":"2023-09-02T12:22:58","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:22:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129794"},"modified":"2023-09-02T12:24:36","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:24:36","slug":"poem-4-morning-gratitude","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/poem-4-morning-gratitude\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 4: Morning Gratitude"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bless the Sonicare toothbrush<\/p>\n<p>and the dark oils from my hand<\/p>\n<p>smudging the white plastic. Bless this<\/p>\n<p>Pike Place Market cup I bought at a yard sale<\/p>\n<p>for 25\u023c because the handle was cracked.<\/p>\n<p>Bless Super Glue that fixes cracks<\/p>\n<p>and the ashtray I made in high school<\/p>\n<p>ceramics that I dropped in my 20s.<\/p>\n<p>Bless the Pantene 2-in-1 shampoo\/conditioner<\/p>\n<p>that streamlines my shower and the soft<\/p>\n<p>quick-dry turquoise towel that touches me<\/p>\n<p>head to toe. Bless the stretchy New Balance<\/p>\n<p>black shorts I slip into and have\u00a0for close to 10 years,<\/p>\n<p>the ones with the built-in\u00a0briefs so I can<\/p>\n<p>be commando, free of extra elastic of briefs, the shorts<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve searched to replace on Amazon and Ebay<\/p>\n<p>with no luck.\u00a0Bless the 80% cotton t-shirt with turquoise<\/p>\n<p>rain cloud on the chest I pull over my head.<\/p>\n<p>Bless the Berber carpet, installed 20 years ago,<\/p>\n<p>for padding the floors softly as I walk<\/p>\n<p>down the hall to the kitchen for coffee<\/p>\n<p>and for holding on for another few years.<\/p>\n<p>Bless the Keurig coffee maker for the squeals<\/p>\n<p>it makes with my morning cup, careless<\/p>\n<p>of the waste it sends through my hands<\/p>\n<p>to the landfill. Bless my daughter for<\/p>\n<p>surviving the pain she suffered when I left her<\/p>\n<p>with her dad for 8 months that she calls a year<\/p>\n<p>because it was so longer for her than for me and for<\/p>\n<p>loving her mother despite it. Bless\u00a0all the little fawns<\/p>\n<p>in the forests who wait under shrubs<\/p>\n<p>for their moms to come back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bless the Sonicare toothbrush and the dark oils from my hand smudging the white plastic. Bless this Pike Place Market cup I bought at a yard sale for 25\u023c because the handle was cracked. Bless Super Glue that fixes cracks and the ashtray I made&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3235,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129794","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129794","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\/3235"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129794"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129794\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129971,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129794\/revisions\/129971"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129794"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129794"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129794"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}