{"id":9400,"date":"2015-06-13T15:36:25","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:36:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9400"},"modified":"2015-06-13T15:38:19","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:38:19","slug":"one-lesson-ive-learned-well-824","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/one-lesson-ive-learned-well-824\/","title":{"rendered":"One Lesson I&#8217;ve Learned Well #8\/24"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One Lesson I\u2019ve Learned Well<\/p>\n<p>When I was fragile as the bones of birds,<br \/>\nunbroken by the way things go,<br \/>\nI brought a baby chick so tiny and new<br \/>\nbut sick and frail and maybe suffering<br \/>\nto my grandmother&#8217;s house.<br \/>\nI came looking for her time and tender<br \/>\nfingers that could heal any hurting<br \/>\nwith words and attention.<br \/>\nShe stared at the small life in my hands<br \/>\nand shook her head.<br \/>\n\u201cLeave it here and I\u2019ll take care of it.\u201d<br \/>\nI was shocked and dismayed. I said \u201cNo.\u201d<br \/>\nI began to cry for this helpless feathered<br \/>\nbeing and wrapped him back in the box<br \/>\nhe\u2019d come in. I had no intention of leaving<br \/>\nthis soul behind and Grandma knew it.<br \/>\nShe reached for my bangs, tucking them<br \/>\nbehind my ear, and said with a gentle sincerity:<br \/>\n\u201cSweet child, not everything in this world<br \/>\nis meant to live.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One Lesson I\u2019ve Learned Well When I was fragile as the bones of birds, unbroken by the way things go, I brought a baby chick so tiny and new but sick and frail and maybe suffering to my grandmother&#8217;s house. I came looking for her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":300,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9400","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9400","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\/300"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9400"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9400\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9422,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9400\/revisions\/9422"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9400"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9400"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9400"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}