She ate cinnamon on her toast like every morning.
\nHer grandma had her tea and her arm had a tremor as she poured it.
\nTheir dog licked her elbow and the girl gave him a small piece.
\nHer grandma glared disapprovingly.
\nShe hurriedly finished and left.
\nThe sun is high in the sky, brightening the beautiful bayou.
\nHer grandma yelled out the door to take her jacket,
\nbut she didn\u2019t hear.
\nRunning through the woods with her dog at her heels,
\nshe sings and laughs as he picks up a stick to bring along.
\nThe treehouse her father built her is up ahead.
\nShhh, she tells her dog. They walk quietly up the ladder and sit near
\nthe window.
\nElk and deer are grazing, so unaware of their beauty.
\nShe sighs in happiness.
\nThey stay until sunset and return home, shivering in the cool wind.
\nLater, her grandma puts a bucket next to her bed,
\ngiving her a knowing look.
\nBefore the sun rises, the girl is coughing so hard, her dinner comes up.
\nHer dog\u2019s ears flatten with worry.
\nShe can hear her father\u2019s car enter the carport and the lightbulb in the hallway
\nflashes on.
\nHe has come home to her!
\nWith gifts, she hopes.<\/p>\n
He comes to tuck her in as he always does and kisses her temple.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Tomorrow. <\/span><\/i>He pokes her nose, anticipating her question.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She is still smiling after she falls asleep.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Tomorrow.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" She ate cinnamon on her toast like every morning. Her grandma had her tea and her arm had a tremor as she poured it. Their dog licked her elbow and the girl gave him a small piece. Her grandma glared disapprovingly. She hurriedly finished and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1144,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134189","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\/1144"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134189"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134189\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":144867,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134189\/revisions\/144867"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}