{"id":45288,"date":"2019-06-15T05:33:17","date_gmt":"2019-06-15T09:33:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=45288"},"modified":"2019-06-15T05:33:17","modified_gmt":"2019-06-15T09:33:17","slug":"my-mothers-clothes-an-elegy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/my-mothers-clothes-an-elegy\/","title":{"rendered":"My Mother&#8217;s Clothes: An Elegy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My mother\u2019s clothes sit in her closet five years after her death<br \/>\nExcept for an occasional borrowing to fulfill a timely, special need.<br \/>\nI yet cannot bear to give away that special presence she has left,<br \/>\nAlthough a fur coat hangs tucked away (looking slightly bereft).<br \/>\nSo each evening, I frugally put on night gowns that she once wore,<br \/>\nWrapping myself in soft, cotton comfort, now extensively darned.<br \/>\nNever mind that I look like an older Orphan Annie slightly forlorn.<br \/>\nNo need to spend on robes and dainty nighties no one else ever sees:<br \/>\nI wear Mom\u2019s old socks on winter nights and into her shoes squeeze.<br \/>\nOf course, it\u2019s more than selfish to keep what the needy can use.<br \/>\nBut for now, l have tangible reminders of her from which to choose.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mother\u2019s clothes sit in her closet five years after her death Except for an occasional borrowing to fulfill a timely, special need. I yet cannot bear to give away that special presence she has left, Although a fur coat hangs tucked away (looking slightly&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":979,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-45288","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45288","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\/979"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=45288"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45288\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":45289,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45288\/revisions\/45289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=45288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=45288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=45288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}