{"id":9365,"date":"2015-06-13T15:41:38","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:41:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9365"},"modified":"2015-06-13T15:41:38","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:41:38","slug":"poem-6-wheelchair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-6-wheelchair\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #6: Wheelchair."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My grandma in her prime,<\/p>\n<p>Dusting the bones of her body,<\/p>\n<p>With my grandpa&#8217;s spirit and ingesting all my bitterness.<\/p>\n<p>She knows the world in a way I do not.<\/p>\n<p>She struggle with the patience of the calm before a storm,<\/p>\n<p>But she is the resilient mountain,<\/p>\n<p>The water of the waves hitting the rocks,<\/p>\n<p>She is potent in her givings.<\/p>\n<p>She swallows all my bitterness,<\/p>\n<p>And caresses my heart with perseverance, I would not have otherwise.<\/p>\n<p>I love her in the raging storms,<\/p>\n<p>Her brittle figure, paints the image of strength in my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My grandma in her prime, Dusting the bones of her body, With my grandpa&#8217;s spirit and ingesting all my bitterness. She knows the world in a way I do not. She struggle with the patience of the calm before a storm, But she is the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":226,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9365","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9365","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\/226"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9365"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9444,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9365\/revisions\/9444"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}