{"id":23915,"date":"2016-08-13T19:34:00","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=23915"},"modified":"2016-08-13T19:34:00","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:34:00","slug":"x-childless-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/x-childless-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"X.  Childless Mother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-23993\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/012-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"012\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/012-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/012-768x575.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/012-1024x766.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My children come to me in the night.<br \/>\nI hear their thin, airy voices calling<br \/>\nmy name, and it startles me awake.<\/p>\n<p>Each one lost before the fourth month,<br \/>\nAll ignored except by me, but know this:<br \/>\nThey\u00a0had names, futures, destinies,<br \/>\nbut\u00a0I never got to hold them.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t spoken of<br \/>\nafter the deadening<br \/>\nwell-wishing comments<br \/>\nof <em>you&#8217;ll have another<\/em> and<br \/>\n<em>there must have been something<\/em><br \/>\n<em> wrong with the baby<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t have another,<br \/>\nand all these years I have mourned<br \/>\nalone, silently, and without comfort.<br \/>\nStill, I hear their voices,<br \/>\nI imagine their dimpled baby hands,<br \/>\nTheir graduations and weddings.<\/p>\n<p>And I wait for them to come to me<br \/>\nin the night when all is quiet,<br \/>\nas their angels gather around my bed,<br \/>\nand they call my name.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Art: Richmond, VA 2014 by Virginia Galfo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My children come to me in the night. I hear their thin, airy voices calling my name, and it startles me awake. Each one lost before the fourth month, All ignored except by me, but know this: They\u00a0had names, futures, destinies, but\u00a0I never got to&#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":[1656,515,1803],"class_list":["post-23915","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-angels","tag-babies","tag-miscarriage"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23915","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=23915"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23915\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24133,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23915\/revisions\/24133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23915"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23915"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23915"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}