{"id":91374,"date":"2021-06-26T13:29:50","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:29:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=91374"},"modified":"2021-07-07T14:29:23","modified_gmt":"2021-07-07T18:29:23","slug":"hour-5-27","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-5-27\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5\/Long Car Rides"},"content":{"rendered":"

Long Car Rides<\/p>\n

They told me long car rides were the most painful,<\/span><\/p>\n

the time when silence stirs sweet memories and<\/span><\/p>\n

tears surge, those moments — raw, unavoidable grief moments\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

They weren\u2019t wrong, <\/span><\/p>\n

No, those who had suffered lose before me, <\/span><\/p>\n

were not wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It has been two years since my mother\u2019s passing,<\/span><\/p>\n

and mostly I drive with the radio on,<\/span><\/p>\n

the louder the music the better to subvert silence,<\/span><\/p>\n

loud music to prevent the onslaught of tears, <\/span><\/p>\n

that strike in the quiet, raw grief moments\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

but sometimes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I choose the silence\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I choose the silence to remember <\/span><\/p>\n

to remember mom kneeling in the garden, <\/span><\/p>\n

tending<\/span>\u00a0vegetables, <\/span><\/p>\n

gathering clippings of yellow daffodils, <\/span><\/p>\n

plucking ripe cherry tomatoes<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I choose silence to remember <\/span><\/p>\n

mom nestled beside her grandchildren, reading, singing…<\/span><\/p>\n

I choose silence to see mom kneading dough,<\/p>\n

spreading her love through cooking<\/p>\n

I chose silence to listen to mom’s voice, <\/span><\/p>\n

calling my name. I must strain to hear.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sometimes,<\/span><\/p>\n

I just chose silence on long car rides, <\/span><\/p>\n

choose silence and tears to remember.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Long Car Rides They told me long car rides were the most painful, the time when silence stirs sweet memories and tears surge, those moments — raw, unavoidable grief moments\u00a0   They weren\u2019t wrong, No, those who had suffered lose before me, were not wrong….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1194,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91374","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91374","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\/1194"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91374"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91374\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104203,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91374\/revisions\/104203"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91374"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91374"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91374"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}