{"id":74194,"date":"2020-06-28T02:58:53","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T06:58:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=74194"},"modified":"2021-04-17T14:23:39","modified_gmt":"2021-04-17T18:23:39","slug":"perhaps-father-should-have-taught-me-songs-heal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/perhaps-father-should-have-taught-me-songs-heal\/","title":{"rendered":"Perhaps Father Should Have Taught me Songs Heal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Perhaps Father Should Have Taught me Songs Heal<\/p>\n<p>Grief and solitude are brothers of destruction \u2013<br \/>\nmy dictionary says they can be used interchangeably.<br \/>\nMy father was teaching me to be a hard man,<br \/>\nhow not to smile. He believed smiles make one too soft,<br \/>\nlike a wet earth for sorrows to creep in, burrowing holes<br \/>\nfor more woes to find ranches. In one of his lessons,<br \/>\nhe said I needed to learn to bottle grief in my body,<br \/>\nthat men don&#8217;t cry. This means killing the water bags in my eyes.<br \/>\nBut the day the news of mother&#8217;s journey beyond<br \/>\nreached him, he broke into constellations of dirges.<br \/>\nHe screamed as if mother once lived in his voice,<br \/>\nand singing aloud would resurrect her. I realized there,<br \/>\nhe was seeking healing though in the arms of requiem. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Perhaps Father Should Have Taught me Songs Heal Grief and solitude are brothers of destruction \u2013 my dictionary says they can be used interchangeably. My father was teaching me to be a hard man, how not to smile. He believed smiles make one too soft,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1398,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74194","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74194","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\/1398"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74194"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74194\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":86340,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74194\/revisions\/86340"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74194"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74194"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74194"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}