{"id":98801,"date":"2021-06-26T23:12:52","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:12:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=98801"},"modified":"2021-06-26T23:12:52","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:12:52","slug":"i-listen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/i-listen\/","title":{"rendered":"I Listen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Every day she smiles<\/p>\n<p>with a cup of decaf<\/p>\n<p>\u201cY\u00e1\u2019\u00e1t\u2019\u00e9\u00e9h ab\u00edn\u00ed.\u201d (Good morning)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She\u2019ll talk about the days<\/p>\n<p>of black and white photos<\/p>\n<p>when polaroid pictures were still new.<\/p>\n<p>For her in those days,<\/p>\n<p>the smiles came by a dozen.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She would switch to<\/p>\n<p>family issues:<\/p>\n<p>of sickness and<\/p>\n<p>deaths from covid or natural.<\/p>\n<p>Her amber eyes droop to her mug<\/p>\n<p>as her wrinkled hands tighten.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She thinks I don\u2019t listen to her.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But her voice is<\/p>\n<p>shaking with each word.<\/p>\n<p>She continues<\/p>\n<p>and forces a smile<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI love you che\u2019e(daughter)\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She waits.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI love you to mom\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Her smile turns genuine.<\/p>\n<p>Her shoulders drop slightly,<\/p>\n<p>her grip loosens on the cup.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGod loves you too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I nod.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She doesn\u2019t think I listen.<\/p>\n<p>Her words at times<\/p>\n<p>sting like a wasp<\/p>\n<p>as she leaves an awkward silence.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Her hair is loose<\/p>\n<p>and falls about her oval tanned face,<\/p>\n<p>with strands of silver and grey.<\/p>\n<p>She\u2019s still holding her decaf coffee,<\/p>\n<p>Her gaze is unfazed<\/p>\n<p>as she looks into my eyes<\/p>\n<p>searching and waiting for something.<\/p>\n<p>As if waking up, her creamed coffee eyes<\/p>\n<p>light up, \u201cMy coffee, I better drink it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She turns to leave,<\/p>\n<p>and her footsteps echoes<\/p>\n<p>love you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every day she smiles with a cup of decaf \u201cY\u00e1\u2019\u00e1t\u2019\u00e9\u00e9h ab\u00edn\u00ed.\u201d (Good morning) &nbsp; She\u2019ll talk about the days of black and white photos when polaroid pictures were still new. For her in those days, the smiles came by a dozen. &nbsp; She would switch&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3277,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-98801","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98801","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\/3277"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98801"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98801\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":98832,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98801\/revisions\/98832"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98801"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98801"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}