{"id":42833,"date":"2017-08-06T08:05:14","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:05:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42833"},"modified":"2017-08-19T01:22:25","modified_gmt":"2017-08-19T05:22:25","slug":"hour-23-miss-missed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-23-miss-missed\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 23: Miss Missed"},"content":{"rendered":"

In Idaho\u2014we\u2019ve both been friends,<\/span><\/p>\n

First grade girl of innocence.<\/span><\/p>\n

A memory that now depends,<\/span><\/p>\n

Neither native citizens,<\/span><\/p>\n

Meeting both our families’ ends. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Her\u2014 Arizona Mom made plans,<\/span><\/p>\n

Me\u2014 Colorado family lands.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now, that is where our story ends,<\/span><\/p>\n

I miss her lovely little hands,<\/span><\/p>\n

Time separates with sand.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We took our songs into the swings,<\/span><\/p>\n

Up, Up away\u2014 balloon of dreams..<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m leaving on a jet plane\u2014 stings.<\/span><\/p>\n

We sang to groovy song moonbeams.<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019re tied by fragile memory strings. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She had such lovely auburn hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

And emerald green her eyes <\/span><\/p>\n

My eyes of blue we\u2019d look to share<\/span><\/p>\n

My blond haired windblown skies.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet, In my dreaming I still care.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Perhaps some day by chance we\u2019ll meet,<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019ll push a grandchild in a swing. <\/span><\/p>\n

The tunes we sang, we\u2019ll then repeat,<\/span><\/p>\n

Look in each others eyes and sing,<\/span><\/p>\n

Missed songs of days gone bye.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In Idaho\u2014we\u2019ve both been friends, First grade girl of innocence. A memory that now depends, Neither native citizens, Meeting both our families’ ends.   Her\u2014 Arizona Mom made plans, Me\u2014 Colorado family lands. Now, that is where our story ends, I miss her lovely little…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":220,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42833","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42833","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\/220"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42833"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42833\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":44567,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42833\/revisions\/44567"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42833"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42833"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42833"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}