{"id":17741,"date":"2016-08-13T09:28:06","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:28:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=17741"},"modified":"2016-08-13T11:36:49","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:36:49","slug":"what-does-it-all-mean","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/what-does-it-all-mean\/","title":{"rendered":"What Does It All Mean"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Mom
Mom and Me<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I hear the change . . .\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

it’s in her voice . . .<\/p>\n

in her way.<\/p>\n

Mom is getting old;<\/p>\n

I don’t want to accept . . .<\/p>\n

she will one day leave.<\/p>\n

Leave me here;<\/p>\n

Alone.<\/p>\n

The world she protected me within;<\/p>\n

And taught me to thrive . . .<\/p>\n

at least, to survive.<\/p>\n

It’s the end of the stronger side;<\/p>\n

of Mom.<\/p>\n

Survivor of a Great Depression;<\/p>\n

Fighter of every schoolyard bully . . .<\/p>\n

for me.<\/p>\n

She remembers an assassination . . .<\/p>\n

of a great man;<\/p>\n

or is it more?<\/p>\n

I do not.<\/p>\n

Mom was politically assertive;<\/p>\n

she is still her . . .<\/p>\n

just lesser in vim . . .<\/p>\n

Vigor still stands, though.<\/p>\n

I am her in her 50s…<\/p>\n

will my boldness wane?<\/p>\n

Like Mom at 84?<\/p>\n

I will miss the bolder side;<\/p>\n

and embrace the elder side;<\/p>\n

I hope for years to come.<\/p>\n

The end of my younger Mom.<\/p>\n

The beginning of my middle-age<\/p>\n

and Mom’s last stage(s) . . .<\/p>\n

but not the end of her!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I hear the change . . .\u00a0 it’s in her voice . . . in her way. Mom is getting old; I don’t want to accept . . . she will one day leave. Leave me here; Alone. The world she protected me within; And…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":745,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[1222,180,851,753,1223,1221,1224],"class_list":["post-17741","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-aging","tag-alone","tag-daughter","tag-history","tag-middle-age","tag-mom","tag-mothers-and-daughters"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17741","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\/745"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17741"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17741\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19323,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17741\/revisions\/19323"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17741"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17741"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17741"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}