{"id":63550,"date":"2020-06-27T11:21:33","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:21:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63550"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:11:29","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:11:29","slug":"school-dance-the-bop-hour-three-half-marathon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/school-dance-the-bop-hour-three-half-marathon\/","title":{"rendered":"School Dance    The Bop \/\/ Hour Three Half Marathon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<pre>I prepared for the school dance\r\nthe dress pressed\r\na boudinair for his lapel\r\ndancing to songs in advance\r\nall the dreams of youth\r\nbursting forward and coming soon. \r\n\r\nTwirling and swirling, over and again. \r\n\r\nYet Dad grew sick early that morning.\r\nA fever first caught our attention. \r\nHis quiet mornings had been clues\r\nas he cradled his aching head in folded arms. \r\nThese were the days before the actual\r\ntumor was first detected, the pain present\r\nbut the malady silent and lurking. \r\nTo the hospital we went and waited. \r\n\r\nTwirling and swirling, over and again. \r\n\r\nWe sat next to him, playing the television, \r\nlaughing nervously, and watching for doctors.\r\nA rerun of Lawrence Welk began, and so did memories. \r\nMy sisters and I danced to long-forgotten songs \r\nfloating like flowers in lapels at school dances\r\nDad our handsome beau, slowly smiling then gently singing.\r\n\r\nTwirling and swirling, over and again.<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; I prepared for the school dance the dress pressed a boudinair for his lapel dancing to songs in advance all the dreams of youth bursting forward and coming soon. Twirling and swirling, over and again. Yet Dad grew sick early that morning. A fever&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63550","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63550","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\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63550"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63550\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64089,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63550\/revisions\/64089"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63550"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63550"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63550"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}