{"id":35788,"date":"2017-08-05T16:20:22","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:20:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35788"},"modified":"2017-08-05T16:21:04","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:21:04","slug":"those-winter-sundays-redux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/those-winter-sundays-redux\/","title":{"rendered":"those winter sundays redux"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I want to freeze time\/. I know I don&#8217;t, can&#8217;t appreciate all <em>of<\/em><\/p>\n<p>the things my father does. he labors more than i know, he<em> love&#8217;s<\/em><\/p>\n<p>more than I know. somehow the man is so gentle yet he is <em>austere<\/em><\/p>\n<p>like ages past. sitting quietly he thinks <em>and<\/em><\/p>\n<p>watches the sun fade. I watch him and see everyman replaced by myself\/. <em>lonely<\/em><\/p>\n<p>i will be. i cannot compare, comprehend, the strain. how can i honor his somber <em>offices?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I want to freeze time\/. I know I don&#8217;t, can&#8217;t appreciate all of the things my father does. he labors more than i know, he love&#8217;s more than I know. somehow the man is so gentle yet he is austere like ages past. sitting quietly&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1106,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35788","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35788","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\/1106"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35788"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35788\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35973,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35788\/revisions\/35973"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35788"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35788"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35788"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}