{"id":35891,"date":"2017-08-05T16:12:30","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:12:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35891"},"modified":"2017-08-05T16:12:30","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:12:30","slug":"hour-8-prompt-through-her-eyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-8-prompt-through-her-eyes\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 8 Prompt &#8211; Through Her Eyes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I brought her into this world,<br \/>\nBut she is like a mother to me,<br \/>\nDarkness is the only colour for me,<br \/>\nThough I see the beautiful world,<br \/>\nThrough her eyes only,<br \/>\nEvery morning she holds my hand,<br \/>\nShe walks with me in the garden,<br \/>\nTells me the beauty of nature,<br \/>\nI see the magical creation of God,<br \/>\nThrough her eyes only,<br \/>\nShe sits next to me,<br \/>\nTells me how water changes its colours,<br \/>\nWhen sun\u2019s rays fall into the pond,<br \/>\nHow swiftly the fishes change their directions,<br \/>\nThere is only darkness all around,<br \/>\nThough I can see some light of hope,<br \/>\nThrough her eyes only,<br \/>\nI can smell the roses,<br \/>\nI can feel the intense heat of the sun,<br \/>\nI can listen to the mystical sound of chimes,<br \/>\nBut I can see none of them,<br \/>\nShe clasps her little fingers around mine,<br \/>\nAnd makes me see beyond the darkness,<br \/>\nI remember to live every day,<br \/>\nThrough her eyes only,<br \/>\nI cannot see my child,<br \/>\nBut she is the apple of my eye,<br \/>\nI live because she is in my life,<br \/>\nI feel my existence in this world,<br \/>\nThrough her eyes only,<br \/>\nI might give up on life,<br \/>\nBut her indomitable will,<br \/>\nHelps me to survive,<br \/>\nI fall in love with the darkness,<br \/>\nBecause it brings me closer to my child,<br \/>\nAnd I can see a beautiful life ahead,<br \/>\nThrough her eyes only!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I brought her into this world, But she is like a mother to me, Darkness is the only colour for me, Though I see the beautiful world, Through her eyes only, Every morning she holds my hand, She walks with me in the garden, Tells&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":874,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35891","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35891","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\/874"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35891"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35891\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35904,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35891\/revisions\/35904"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35891"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35891"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35891"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}