{"id":28260,"date":"2016-08-14T08:20:38","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T12:20:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=28260"},"modified":"2016-08-14T08:20:38","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T12:20:38","slug":"saved","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/saved\/","title":{"rendered":"SAVED"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was ten years old,<br \/>\nweather was finally warm and my sister<br \/>\nand I began talkin\u2019 about things really deep;<br \/>\nGod and heaven and hell and dyin\u2019,<br \/>\nwhere we would go if we did die and<br \/>\nwould we be in heaven with Great Grandma \u2013<br \/>\nThose were the days God entered my heart<br \/>\nand has never left,<br \/>\nonly grown into the spirit that keeps me right<br \/>\nin a combustible world.<br \/>\nMichellia D. Wilson 8\/13\/2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was ten years old, weather was finally warm and my sister and I began talkin\u2019 about things really deep; God and heaven and hell and dyin\u2019, where we would go if we did die and would we be in heaven with Great Grandma \u2013&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28260","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28260","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\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28260"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28260\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28708,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28260\/revisions\/28708"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28260"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28260"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28260"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}