{"id":50346,"date":"2019-06-22T15:30:56","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T19:30:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=50346"},"modified":"2019-06-22T15:30:56","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T19:30:56","slug":"one-thousand-and-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/one-thousand-and-one\/","title":{"rendered":"One Thousand and One"},"content":{"rendered":"

There were at least one thousand and one reasons to go back.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I only needed the one. Simple love lived there.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

It had been years since I paid her a visit, yet she welcomed me like it was yesterday.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Simple love is easy that way.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

As I drove through the sunlight hills untouch grass swayed in the wind. Waving at me.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

The little boy that I once was ran across that field, farther away from home than he should be. But it was okay here. <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Two childhood friends ran close behind and they all laughed so loud and pure that it flooded my ears.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

They faded as I drove ahead. I smiled as they faded into my heart.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Big momma’s voice pulled me inside.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Papa was already there.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

More food than my sisters and I would see on a table in the north state where we lived filled the table. It was all good.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Papa talked about his fields and beasts. His favorite tried to escape again to run and play. Again.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

He was so proud that daddy would be back from serving his country soon. Our chatter made momma wake up.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

The dinner scene faded into my heart. Tears of love filled my eyes.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Taller than allowed grass blades filled my eyes and the softened face of a strong man peered through the window.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

The same voice, big momma’s song, called out my name. Her face showed that she had been happily blessed with many seasons.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Her round arms opened and welcomed me in.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

It had been too many years. I always employ modern technology to bring these great people to me.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

But this time. No. Nah. I needed to meet them here. One more time.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

So I’d never forget Simple Love.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon<\/p>\n

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There were at least one thousand and one reasons to go back.\u00a0 I only needed the one. Simple love lived there.\u00a0 It had been years since I paid her a visit, yet she welcomed me like it was yesterday.\u00a0 Simple love is easy that way.\u00a0…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":837,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,7,13,12,2114,1136,441,5,1],"tags":[680,2804,75,23,146,15,10],"class_list":["post-50346","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introductions","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","category-uncategorized","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-2019poetrymarathon","tag-inspiration","tag-life","tag-love-inspiration","tag-poem","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50346","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\/837"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=50346"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50346\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":50532,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50346\/revisions\/50532"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=50346"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=50346"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=50346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}