{"id":63953,"date":"2020-06-27T11:37:12","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:37:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63953"},"modified":"2020-06-27T11:37:12","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:37:12","slug":"prompt-3-the-bop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/prompt-3-the-bop\/","title":{"rendered":"prompt #3: the bop"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>I don\u2019t want to be the grownup ~<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In the beginning was the child.<\/p>\n<p>She had to be a grownup even then.<\/p>\n<p>Count the other children. Make certain<\/p>\n<p>none were left behind, like the luggage.<\/p>\n<p>She grew. She aged. Always the grownup.<\/p>\n<p>The older sister. The mother figure. The mentor.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>But I don\u2019t want to be the grownup. I don\u2019t know how ~<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now is the time of eldering. Grownup<\/p>\n<p>on steroids. Where\u2019s the damn wisdom<\/p>\n<p>that someone said comes with experience?<\/p>\n<p>Age confers only silver hair, reluctant movement.<\/p>\n<p>People ask for help, for answers, for comfort and<\/p>\n<p>guidance and succor and what the hell do I know??<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I don\u2019t want to be the grownup. I don\u2019t know how ~<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There are no books for this. No one to ask, no one<\/p>\n<p>be my own good counsel. I listen. I listen. I love.<\/p>\n<p>I listen and love yet again. It\u2019s all I have, all I know \u2013<\/p>\n<p>that love, my mother told me, is the answer.<\/p>\n<p>Even when it\u2019s the question. Even when the silver<\/p>\n<p>and the bones protest that I should know more.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>I am the grownup. I am learning how.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don\u2019t want to be the grownup ~ &nbsp; In the beginning was the child. She had to be a grownup even then. Count the other children. Make certain none were left behind, like the luggage. She grew. She aged. Always the grownup. The older&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63953","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63953","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\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63953"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63953\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":63961,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63953\/revisions\/63961"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63953"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63953"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63953"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}