{"id":19196,"date":"2016-08-13T11:41:25","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:41:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=19196"},"modified":"2016-08-13T11:44:07","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:44:07","slug":"hour-3-is-this-your-boy-jack","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-3-is-this-your-boy-jack\/","title":{"rendered":"Is This Your Boy, Jack?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Imagine you&#8217;ve never met your grandmother.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re four years old,<br \/>\nin a strange house.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s an old woman propped up in a bed,<br \/>\nyour father standing by.<br \/>\nYou walk in.  Did he beckon you?<br \/>\nYou feel the weight of his hand on your shoulder.<br \/>\nAlmost seventy years later, recall the old woman&#8217;s words:<br \/>\nIs this your boy, Jack?<\/p>\n<p>Your grandmother.<br \/>\nThis stranger.<br \/>\nJust imagine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Imagine you&#8217;ve never met your grandmother. You&#8217;re four years old, in a strange house. There&#8217;s an old woman propped up in a bed, your father standing by. You walk in. Did he beckon you? You feel the weight of his hand on your shoulder. Almost&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":665,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19196","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19196","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\/665"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19196"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19196\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19396,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19196\/revisions\/19396"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19196"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19196"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19196"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}