{"id":19999,"date":"2016-08-13T13:12:20","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:12:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=19999"},"modified":"2016-08-13T13:12:20","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:12:20","slug":"i-sailing-on-the-winds-of-change","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/i-sailing-on-the-winds-of-change\/","title":{"rendered":"I. Sailing on the Winds of Change"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My mother didn&#8217;t have apron strings<br \/>\nfor me to hold onto,<br \/>\nShe had a noose firmly fitted<br \/>\naround my neck.<br \/>\nI spent my life waiting<br \/>\nfor the chair beneath me<br \/>\nto suddenly disappear.<\/p>\n<p>I played my role perfectly.<br \/>\nI let her take all my money,<br \/>\nI agreed with her low opinion<br \/>\nof my character\u00a0and<br \/>\nI emptied her\u00a0commode when<br \/>\nshe took\u00a0center stage in the drama<br \/>\nof sickness and her steadfast<br \/>\ndenial of her own impending death.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not sure how I survived,<br \/>\nbut somehow, I took off the noose<br \/>\nand built a new life &#8211;<br \/>\nmoving thousands of miles away<br \/>\nfrom where she is buried.<br \/>\nI always thought I would go &#8220;home&#8221;<br \/>\nsomeday and join her and<br \/>\nthe others in the family plot,<br \/>\nBut an unexpected event took place:<\/p>\n<p>I married a man who loves me,<br \/>\nand to my surprise,<br \/>\nhis mother and father also love me.<br \/>\nI am amazed, humbled, and grateful<br \/>\nto have a real home.<br \/>\nSo much so, when my own drama<br \/>\ncomes to an end,<br \/>\nmy ashes will be dropped into<br \/>\nthe ground next to them.<\/p>\n<p>With that, I will have succeeded<br \/>\nin disappointing my mother\u00a0for the last time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mother didn&#8217;t have apron strings for me to hold onto, She had a noose firmly fitted around my neck. I spent my life waiting for the chair beneath me to suddenly disappear. I played my role perfectly. I let her take all my money,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":708,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[294,49,31,511,10],"class_list":["post-19999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-change","tag-hope","tag-love","tag-mother","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19999","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\/708"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19999"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19999\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20289,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19999\/revisions\/20289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}