{"id":65057,"date":"2020-06-27T12:57:27","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:57:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65057"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:57:27","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:57:27","slug":"hour-4-letter-to-my-father","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-4-letter-to-my-father\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour #4: Letter to my father"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>#4:\u00a0 Letter to my father<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dear Dad<\/p>\n<p>You would not like it here<\/p>\n<p>The world is so far removed from what you remember<\/p>\n<p>That you\u2019d be sad, your head dropped down like I had seen it<\/p>\n<p>Once or twice when you thought I didn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n<p>I saw it when you talked about my sister, a realization of loss<\/p>\n<p>When you saw a harder side of her, a betrayal of your \u201csweet Sisi\u201d;<\/p>\n<p>I know you blamed yourself, even though you cast the cause elsewhere<\/p>\n<p>But I heard it in the tone of your voice, equal parts disbelief and resignation,<\/p>\n<p>And saw it in the angle of your back as you sat on one of those high stools<\/p>\n<p>In her house that we both hated,<\/p>\n<p>Your head retracting between your shoulders<\/p>\n<p>Into a flat stillness.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know what you\u2019d think about our country right now<\/p>\n<p>Having failed at everything we set out to protect.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019d be mad as hell I think<\/p>\n<p>Like when you were in the hospital<\/p>\n<p>Three months in and out of the ICU before you died<\/p>\n<p>Attached like Frankenstein before he was unleashed<\/p>\n<p>And you smiled at me when I came in your room<\/p>\n<p>Holding up the tube for your colostomy bag,<\/p>\n<p>That you decided to yank out<\/p>\n<p>Full of defiance and fight.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I wish you were here, Dad<\/p>\n<p>So we could talk every day<\/p>\n<p>And you\u2019d let me go on and on about whatever was on my mind<\/p>\n<p>Mom tries but I can hear her weariness through the phone<\/p>\n<p>But she lovingly puts up with me, because she knows what I know,<\/p>\n<p>That you and I are the same.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>#4:\u00a0 Letter to my father &nbsp; Dear Dad You would not like it here The world is so far removed from what you remember That you\u2019d be sad, your head dropped down like I had seen it Once or twice when you thought I didn\u2019t&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":959,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65057","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65057","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\/959"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65057"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65057\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65074,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65057\/revisions\/65074"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65057"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65057"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65057"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}