{"id":130708,"date":"2023-09-02T13:23:43","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:23:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130708"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:23:43","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:23:43","slug":"memories-prompt-5-image","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/memories-prompt-5-image\/","title":{"rendered":"Memories   Prompt #5  (image)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Looking around the empty house that belonged to my mom.\u00a0 Memories scream in my mind.<\/p>\n<p>I see the bedroom she died in.\u00a0 The bed was 40 years old, it was what she and my father slept in all these years.\u00a0 She looked frail and alone, on her side of the bed still.<\/p>\n<p>Now I&#8217;m in charge of selling her house.\u00a0 It&#8217;s empty except for an office rolly chair that I am taking with me, the rest is gone, just like my mom.<\/p>\n<p>All I&#8217;m left with is memories.\u00a0 Isn&#8217;t that with everything till we become a memory?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Looking around the empty house that belonged to my mom.\u00a0 Memories scream in my mind. I see the bedroom she died in.\u00a0 The bed was 40 years old, it was what she and my father slept in all these years.\u00a0 She looked frail and alone,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4835,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130708","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130708","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\/4835"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130708"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130708\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130807,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130708\/revisions\/130807"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130708"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130708"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130708"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}