{"id":73763,"date":"2020-06-28T02:17:34","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T06:17:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=73763"},"modified":"2020-06-28T02:17:34","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T06:17:34","slug":"sister-hour-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/sister-hour-18\/","title":{"rendered":"Sister-Hour 18"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She came in<\/p>\n<p>All eyes on her<\/p>\n<p>I cringed<\/p>\n<p>The conversation stopped<\/p>\n<p>She had to be center<\/p>\n<p>Every Christmas<\/p>\n<p>Every Thanksgiving<\/p>\n<p>It was always the same<\/p>\n<p>I watched them<\/p>\n<p>They all laughed at her jokes<\/p>\n<p>Someone took her coat<\/p>\n<p>They loved her laugh<\/p>\n<p>I hated it<\/p>\n<p>Too loud, too fake<\/p>\n<p>She was the fun one<\/p>\n<p>I was the serious one<\/p>\n<p>I could not get a word in edgewise,<\/p>\n<p>sideways or upside down.<\/p>\n<p>Her stories had all been told before<\/p>\n<p>Spoken with a loud laugh<\/p>\n<p>Embellished way past the actual facts.<\/p>\n<p>She didn&#8217;t tell lies exactly<\/p>\n<p>The truth just evaded her<\/p>\n<p>Like I did.<\/p>\n<p>Her children cringed too<\/p>\n<p>Her oldest disappeared<\/p>\n<p>Her youngest tried to be like her<\/p>\n<p>I went outside where it was quiet<\/p>\n<p>I watched the smaller kids dodge and duck<\/p>\n<p>Here was real laughter<\/p>\n<p>I took some pictures<\/p>\n<p>I zoomed in on faces<\/p>\n<p>I wasn&#8217;t the only one<\/p>\n<p>Lost in a crowd<\/p>\n<p>Overshadowed by shadows.<\/p>\n<p>She was always the sunshine<\/p>\n<p>I was always the shadow<\/p>\n<p>Later she left<\/p>\n<p>The room sighed in relief<\/p>\n<p>The conversations resumed<\/p>\n<p>The room more quiet<\/p>\n<p>More subdued<\/p>\n<p>More relaxed<\/p>\n<p>She was hard to keep up with<\/p>\n<p>I never understood why they tried<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She came in All eyes on her I cringed The conversation stopped She had to be center Every Christmas Every Thanksgiving It was always the same I watched them They all laughed at her jokes Someone took her coat They loved her laugh I hated&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-73763","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73763","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\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=73763"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73763\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73908,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73763\/revisions\/73908"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=73763"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=73763"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=73763"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}