{"id":141284,"date":"2023-09-03T04:59:14","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:59:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=141284"},"modified":"2023-09-03T04:59:14","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:59:14","slug":"141284","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/141284\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ms Henry, my very first teacher. Kindergarten is like a blur. All I remember is her. She loved me like a mother loves her first born child. There&#8217;s no collection of memories at recess or lunch, I don&#8217;t know what I learned. I can tell you how I felt though. I felt compassion, affection, attention. In first grade, Ms Henry was my teacher again. I felt so loved that I believed she chose to teach first grade just for me. I never saw her again. In second grade, I needed her. I never got to say thank you, for nurturing me when I needed it the most. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ms Henry, my very first teacher. Kindergarten is like a blur. All I remember is her. She loved me like a mother loves her first born child. There&#8217;s no collection of memories at recess or lunch, I don&#8217;t know what I learned. I can tell&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1271,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-141284","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141284","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\/1271"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=141284"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141284\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141412,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141284\/revisions\/141412"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=141284"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=141284"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=141284"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}