{"id":42913,"date":"2017-08-06T08:21:03","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:21:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42913"},"modified":"2017-08-06T08:21:03","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:21:03","slug":"reflections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/reflections\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflections"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Mother\/Daughter Reflections<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I stare at myself in the glare<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Of the mirror<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And wonder what became of<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My youth, my beauty.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I see the same eyes, my mouth,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The furrow I make with my brows<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When I think,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And realize those have not aged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I turn, and look at the beauty <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I have created who smiles back at me,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And wonder at what I have created<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her youth, her beauty<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">With my eyes the same green,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A different mouth,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Love and kindness radiating from within.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her feet do not stay in one place,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her wanderlust hungry for knowledge<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Of other people, places, cultures.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her freedom to explore this Earth fascinates me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">As she brings the world home to me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">With her vivid descriptions, her passion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">At first glance, <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I am not my mother\u2019s daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But get a little closer and <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">you\u2019ll see I have her eyes, <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">her hands,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">her hair in the favoring lighting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When I look at the woman from whom these traits have been shared, <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I see myself too.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I wonder what she thinks of me,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">With my features from her and<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My free heart as well.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She will tell you she isn\u2019t as free <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I disagree.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her freedom is in her words,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her affections,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Her food.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The expressions on her face pay her no justice <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For all the freedom <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She has given in her sacrifices.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Eve T. Remillard &amp; Mary Gabis<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mother\/Daughter Reflections &nbsp; I stare at myself in the glare Of the mirror And wonder what became of My youth, my beauty. I see the same eyes, my mouth, The furrow I make with my brows When I think, And realize those have not aged&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1036,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42913","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42913","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\/1036"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42913"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42990,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42913\/revisions\/42990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42913"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}