{"id":132688,"date":"2023-09-02T15:29:46","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:29:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132688"},"modified":"2023-09-02T15:29:46","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:29:46","slug":"hour-7-lament-at-the-end-of-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-7-lament-at-the-end-of-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 7: Lament at the End of Days"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I woke to her weeping<br \/>\nHe declined quickly<br \/>\nParticular &#8211; although they\u2019d likely say \u2018undiagnosed\u2019 now<br \/>\nProud, traditional too<\/p>\n<p>Farmers are like that, I recall seeing the droughts<br \/>\nI woke to her weeping<br \/>\nThe land had once been parched, now so was he<br \/>\nUnable to swallow, to eat<\/p>\n<p>Finally unable to speak, to say goodbye<br \/>\nReduced to hand signals, waving and smiles<br \/>\nI woke to her weeping<br \/>\nArose to help move dress, clean, turn him &#8211; \u201crinse&amp;repeat\u201d, each day <\/p>\n<p>He only wanted us &#8211; he knew, loved &#8211; sent nurses away<br \/>\nIt was hard to see him in such a terrible way<br \/>\nThen one day he left with the dawning; and<br \/>\nI woke to her weeping<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I woke to her weeping He declined quickly Particular &#8211; although they\u2019d likely say \u2018undiagnosed\u2019 now Proud, traditional too Farmers are like that, I recall seeing the droughts I woke to her weeping The land had once been parched, now so was he Unable to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4375,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136,441,5],"tags":[51,5999,6000],"class_list":["post-132688","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-death","tag-lament","tag-palliative-care"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132688","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\/4375"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132688"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132688\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":132744,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132688\/revisions\/132744"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132688"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132688"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132688"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}