{"id":89929,"date":"2021-06-26T11:52:07","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T15:52:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=89929"},"modified":"2021-07-17T11:57:38","modified_gmt":"2021-07-17T15:57:38","slug":"hour-3-seven-pictures","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-3-seven-pictures\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 3: Seven Pictures"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\">Seven pictures hang<br \/>\nOn my grandmother\u2019s bedroom walls:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">1 My Grandfather, whom I did not know<br \/>\n2 The gaudy guardian angel hovering behind kids crossing that bridge<br \/>\n3 Me<br \/>\n4 Teddy Roosevelt, no one seems to know why<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">These on the west wall above her hope chest.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Seven pictures hang<br \/>\nOn my grandmother\u2019s bedroom walls:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">The east wall displays<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">5 A framed newspaper article, now brown and undoubtedly fragile, Charles Lindbergh landing in Paris<br \/>\n6 Her high school diploma<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">And above her bed<\/p>\n<p>7 A dreamy oil painting;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">of a Polynesian beach,<br \/>\na place she\u2019d longed to visit,<br \/>\nbut, what with working for pennies<br \/>\nand raising my father alone,<br \/>\nfretting and wrestling his demons,<br \/>\nalternately offering Dad<br \/>\ntough love and soft,<br \/>\nhe largely accepting<br \/>\nresponsibility for her reddened eyes,<br \/>\ncobweb thin hair, leathery outlook,<br \/>\ntime ran short<br \/>\nfor making it to Maui.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">One picture does not hang<br \/>\nIn my grandmother\u2019s bedroom:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">o Regret<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">I hand each of these to Dad<br \/>\nOne at a time.<br \/>\nHe stacks them<br \/>\nIn a box<br \/>\nDestined for<br \/>\nHis attic.<br \/>\nIn a few years I\u2019ll<br \/>\nHave to unpack them again<br \/>\nAnd wonder what Teddy Roosevelt<br \/>\nIs doing there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Seven pictures hang On my grandmother\u2019s bedroom walls: 1 My Grandfather, whom I did not know 2 The gaudy guardian angel hovering behind kids crossing that bridge 3 Me 4 Teddy Roosevelt, no one seems to know why These on the west wall above her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1246,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-89929","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89929","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\/1246"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=89929"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89929\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104468,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89929\/revisions\/104468"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=89929"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=89929"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=89929"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}