{"id":140695,"date":"2023-09-03T03:33:52","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T07:33:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=140695"},"modified":"2023-09-03T03:33:52","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T07:33:52","slug":"last-days-at-insert-location","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/last-days-at-insert-location\/","title":{"rendered":"Last days at [insert location]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0\u00a0 <strong>Last days at [insert location]<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">The only memory the almost broken<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sewing machine holds is of my fathers<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Feet as they sync into it to weave my mothers<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Yarn.so we let the machine stay, we take another<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Look at the room, everything seemed to have<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Given out its color of originality.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">The dwarf guava tree withers strangely<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">So most times we do not sweep the<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Exiled leaves, we let them rot to the ground,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">We let them rot to silence \u2014to sand.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">My mother would then ask what I needed before<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">We left, I\u2019d be left between choosing my fathers<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Memories and my mothers peace<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I would then steal the entire house<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And its memories, hide them behind a<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Brain pathway in my head\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If anything is worth holding<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Unto, it\u2019s worth keeping forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0\u00a0 Last days at [insert location] \u00a0 The only memory the almost broken Sewing machine holds is of my fathers Feet as they sync into it to weave my mothers Yarn.so we let the machine stay, we take another Look at the room, everything seemed&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5283,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-140695","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140695","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\/5283"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=140695"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140695\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":140697,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140695\/revisions\/140697"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=140695"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=140695"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=140695"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}