{"id":3917,"date":"2014-08-24T02:23:42","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T06:23:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=3917"},"modified":"2014-08-24T02:23:43","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T06:23:43","slug":"sometimes-a-mothers-love-isnt-medicine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/sometimes-a-mothers-love-isnt-medicine\/","title":{"rendered":"sometimes a mother&#8217;s love isn&#8217;t medicine"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have two daughters<br \/>\nbut one child<br \/>\nshe has no siblings<br \/>\nbut there are two of her<br \/>\nthe one that held my hand<br \/>\nand laughed at my smile<br \/>\nand asked me questions,<br \/>\nsitting on the kitchen floor<br \/>\nviewing me as a skyscraper<br \/>\nand the one who<br \/>\nthinks blood shot eyes are the new black<br \/>\nand that lying is<br \/>\na solution<br \/>\nshe collects bottles of alcohol<br \/>\nand lost count of her<br \/>\none night stands<br \/>\nevery new one<br \/>\nis a reason to stop<br \/>\nfor twenty three hours<br \/>\nand then the reason<br \/>\nbinge<br \/>\nso close to death that<br \/>\nthe graves become pillows<br \/>\na mother would rather be blind<br \/>\nthan watch a butterfly<br \/>\nlose its wings,<br \/>\nwhen it can&#8217;t be called a caterpillar<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>__ar.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>(Addictions poem from the perspective of the mother)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have two daughters but one child she has no siblings but there are two of her the one that held my hand and laughed at my smile and asked me questions, sitting on the kitchen floor viewing me as a skyscraper and the one&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":73,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3917","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3917","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\/73"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3917"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3917\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3926,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3917\/revisions\/3926"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3917"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3917"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3917"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}