HOUR 7<\/p>\n
REGRETS<\/p>\n
When I was a teenager,<\/p>\n
my widowed mother and I<\/p>\n
were best friends.<\/p>\n
She was my confidante,<\/p>\n
(it shocked my friends)<\/p>\n
and I was hers.<\/p>\n
Some made me uncomfortable,<\/p>\n
but I would listen,<\/p>\n
and I grew up fast.<\/p>\n
She prayed for a good husband for me<\/p>\n
Yet when I did, a crack appeared.<\/p>\n
I confided in my husband now.<\/p>\n
The crack widened into a rift<\/p>\n
and turned into a crevice.<\/p>\n
She and I tried to repair<\/p>\n
the relationship and failed.<\/p>\n
My mother grew sick,<\/p>\n
I was terrified of regrets<\/p>\n
And tried hard to change.<\/p>\n
But each time<\/p>\n
ugly, mean, unforgivable<\/p>\n
thoughts occurred.<\/p>\n
Yet I tried and thought I succeeded.<\/p>\n
The second of her passing,<\/p>\n
a lifetime of anger towards her<\/p>\n
was forgotten.<\/p>\n
What remains are my actions.<\/p>\n
I wanted no regrets,<\/p>\n
but I do.<\/p>\n
It is not what my mother and I<\/p>\n
were to each other,<\/p>\n
it is what we were not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
HOUR 7 REGRETS When I was a teenager, my widowed mother and I were best friends. She was my confidante, (it shocked my friends) and I was hers. Some made me uncomfortable, but I would listen, and I grew up fast. She prayed for a…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135050","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135050","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\/2873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135050"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135050\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135070,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135050\/revisions\/135070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135050"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135050"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135050"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}