{"id":98499,"date":"2021-06-26T22:29:44","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T02:29:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=98499"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:29:29","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:29:29","slug":"invisible-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/invisible-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"Invisible Boy &#8211; Hour Fourteen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My handsome invisible baby boy<br \/>\nI\u2019d be proud to call you \u201cmy son\u201d<br \/>\nIf you were indeed mine, you would bring me such joy<br \/>\nFrom the moment your life had begun<br \/>\nI would raise you with guidance and a loving heart<br \/>\nAnd teach you to be humble and kind<br \/>\nYou\u2019d still have my soul, even if we\u2019re apart<br \/>\nAnd you would never once leave my mind<\/p>\n<p>We would fish together, we\u2019d ride bikes and race<br \/>\nWe\u2019d learn and we\u2019d play through all our days<br \/>\nFor no one could ever begin to replace<br \/>\nThe love that I\u2019d have for you always<br \/>\nEven as years went past, my baby you\u2019d be<br \/>\nWhether three months or eighty-three years<br \/>\nBut lost from my eyes, you are now to thee<br \/>\nAnd I say that as I wipe my tears<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m glad for my girl, but I can have no more<br \/>\nMy invisible boy, you will stay<br \/>\nI oft think of all the fun that we\u2019d have in store<br \/>\nAnd send thoughts across clouds marred by gray<br \/>\nI have no regrets, my life is complete<br \/>\nYet, sometimes, I question in strife<br \/>\nIf things would be better or left not as sweet<br \/>\nWith a precious boy here in my life<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My handsome invisible baby boy I\u2019d be proud to call you \u201cmy son\u201d If you were indeed mine, you would bring me such joy From the moment your life had begun I would raise you with guidance and a loving heart And teach you to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[4101,680,4609,1806,3456,392],"class_list":["post-98499","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2021poetrymarathon","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-baby-boy-poems","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98499","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\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98499"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98499\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":98630,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98499\/revisions\/98630"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98499"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98499"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98499"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}