{"id":25064,"date":"2016-08-13T21:17:07","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:17:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25064"},"modified":"2016-08-13T21:17:07","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:17:07","slug":"eve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/eve\/","title":{"rendered":"Eve"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This Christmas was going to be special<br \/>\nShe\u2019d been planning since September<br \/>\nThe tree was going to be simply fantastic<br \/>\nShe made all the ornaments by hand<\/p>\n<p>It would be Molly\u2019s last Christmas<br \/>\nbefore she went off to college<br \/>\nAnd would be the first Christmas<br \/>\nWith her new husband<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s November now. Thanksgiving a few weeks away.<br \/>\nEvery day is a day closer to Molly\u2019s move<br \/>\nToday, she made pancakes, eggs, and fresh orange juice<br \/>\nBobby ate all of his; her son had such an appetite.<\/p>\n<p>But Molly, worried about her figure.<br \/>\nHardly ate.<br \/>\nHer husband rushed them off to school.<br \/>\nShe kissed them one by one.<\/p>\n<p>She hadn&#8217;t suspected her husband<br \/>\nto return early.<br \/>\nkill her and<br \/>\nbury her in pieces in four different<br \/>\ncounties.<\/p>\n<p>There will be no Christmas now.<br \/>\nThanksgiving will be cancelled.<br \/>\nHer children.<br \/>\nAll she wanted was her children.<br \/>\nWho will cook their breakfast now?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This Christmas was going to be special She\u2019d been planning since September The tree was going to be simply fantastic She made all the ornaments by hand It would be Molly\u2019s last Christmas before she went off to college And would be the first Christmas&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":817,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[1880],"class_list":["post-25064","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-missing-person"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25064","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\/817"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25064"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25064\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25097,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25064\/revisions\/25097"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25064"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25064"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25064"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}