{"id":41051,"date":"2017-08-06T03:04:30","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T07:04:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=41051"},"modified":"2017-08-06T03:04:30","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T07:04:30","slug":"hour-eighteen-dinner-date-prompt-table-for-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-eighteen-dinner-date-prompt-table-for-two\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Eighteen Dinner Date (Prompt Table for Two)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>18 2017 dinner date (prompt table for two)<\/p>\n<p>Dinner Date<br \/>\nby Paul Robert Sanford<\/p>\n<p>At a table for two<br \/>\nwe sat and smiled<br \/>\nas couples do on a date<br \/>\nearly in a relationship.<\/p>\n<p>That night marked the demarcation between my life before and since.<\/p>\n<p>She flashed her radiant smile,<br \/>\nher delicate perfect features<br \/>\nframed with angelic curls.<br \/>\nA crystal on a chain around her neck,<br \/>\nher peasant blouse showing off her good shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>From that night came a new career, parenthood, stability, and sadness.<\/p>\n<p>I was in a brilliant, happy phase,<br \/>\nfull of vitality and creativity<br \/>\nfairly wise and not too arrogant.<br \/>\nStill with hair framing my rugged features,<br \/>\ncontact lenses letting my soft eyes show.<\/p>\n<p>The biological clock was ticking for both of us, and this was my callback audition<br \/>\nfor sperm donor, parent, life mate.<\/p>\n<p>I never believed this spectacular creature<br \/>\ncould really want humongous bumbling me,<br \/>\nand I drove her crazy with my insecurity,<br \/>\nbut eventually she convinced me she loved me.<br \/>\nI adored her so much I was afraid to show it,<br \/>\nhiding behind a bit of gruffness from time to time.<\/p>\n<p>That night was the beginning of two wonderful children, ten eventful years together,<br \/>\nthe golden time that divided my long youth from my elderly disabled days.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t remember anything that happened that night<br \/>\nat that table for two,<br \/>\njust an indelible picture of two people falling in love<br \/>\njoining their lives<br \/>\nblessed by the soft lights of a nice restaurant<br \/>\non a momentous dinner date.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>18 2017 dinner date (prompt table for two) Dinner Date by Paul Robert Sanford At a table for two we sat and smiled as couples do on a date early in a relationship. That night marked the demarcation between my life before and since. She&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":736,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41051","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41051","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\/736"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41051"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41051\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41053,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41051\/revisions\/41053"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41051"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41051"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41051"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}