{"id":91680,"date":"2021-06-26T13:51:30","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:51:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=91680"},"modified":"2021-06-26T13:51:30","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:51:30","slug":"the-last-one-prompt-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-last-one-prompt-1\/","title":{"rendered":"The Last One &#8211; Prompt 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Poem 1<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The Last One<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When she was a young mother with a toddler<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and an infant, she said that she would make\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">note of the last washer load of dirty\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">diapers she washed. As the children grew, she<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">realized that she could pass that magic\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">day without noticing it. So she made\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a mark on the calendar each time she\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">washed diapers. The years rushed by and she made<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">marks on her calendars signifying\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the last of milestones like school years and summer<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">camps and then the days she surrendered her<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">hopes and dreams to the reality of\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">aging. Her children flipped through the stack of<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">calendars in the box in the closet\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the day they finished cleaning out her house,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the day after the day they put her in the home.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 1 &nbsp; The Last One &nbsp; When she was a young mother with a toddler and an infant, she said that she would make\u00a0 note of the last washer load of dirty\u00a0 diapers she washed. As the children grew, she realized that she could&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1339,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91680","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91680","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\/1339"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91680"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91680\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91690,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91680\/revisions\/91690"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91680"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91680"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91680"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}