{"id":89296,"date":"2021-06-26T11:59:09","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T15:59:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=89296"},"modified":"2021-06-26T11:59:09","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T15:59:09","slug":"out-of-focus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/out-of-focus\/","title":{"rendered":"Out of Focus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s out of focus!<\/p>\n<p>All the things I thought I remembered from<\/p>\n<p>those days are a blur,<\/p>\n<p>Names and faces somehow indistinct,<\/p>\n<p>separating memory from my imagination becomes<\/p>\n<p>unnecessary some days and critical on others.<\/p>\n<p>Mother says: &#8220;It didn&#8217;t happen that way,<\/p>\n<p>No matter what you say. I was there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But, I protest, it&#8217;s right here in the picture.<\/p>\n<p>Then She argues.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s out of focus!<\/p>\n<p>I made that cake long before you came home.&#8221; said Mother.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What about the time we rode the train<\/p>\n<p>From Baltimore and back again, I know<\/p>\n<p>that memory is genuine, the conductor&#8217;s hat is<\/p>\n<p>as real as yesterday!&#8221; I replied.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nope, we never rode the train together. It<\/p>\n<p>may have been your grandmother and you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>All the things I thought I remembered from<\/p>\n<p>days gone by are a blur.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s out of focus.<\/p>\n<p>Remembering a long, lost childhood is but a dream.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m old now, you are older yet.<\/p>\n<p>Let us find a bridge we won&#8217;t forget.<\/p>\n<p>Come, hold my arm, and steady your vision.<\/p>\n<p>Life is fragile, love is eternal, memories are precious.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Look, Mom, I see the bridge, don&#8217;t you?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sorry, Daughter, it&#8217;s out of focus.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s out of focus! All the things I thought I remembered from those days are a blur, Names and faces somehow indistinct, separating memory from my imagination becomes unnecessary some days and critical on others. Mother says: &#8220;It didn&#8217;t happen that way, No matter what&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":880,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-89296","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89296","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\/880"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=89296"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89296\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90056,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89296\/revisions\/90056"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=89296"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=89296"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=89296"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}