{"id":3868,"date":"2022-05-26T17:51:29","date_gmt":"2022-05-26T21:51:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3868"},"modified":"2022-05-26T17:51:31","modified_gmt":"2022-05-26T21:51:31","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-181","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/05\/26\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-181\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #181"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/minna-autio-oZUT7x06YvY-unsplash-1024x710.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3869\"\/><figcaption>Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@willamiina?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Minna Autio<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/kids-bike?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"> Next year my daughter will be a senior in high school. It is just unbelievable to me. We won&#8217;t even talk about how old my son is. Kids. They just insist on growing up. This poem struck a chord with me. My kids aren&#8217;t quite ready to leave home but I can see the day coming. Excuse me while I sink into a welter of memories of how adorable my children were. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">When I taught you\nat eight to ride\na bicycle, loping along\nbeside you\nas you wobbled away\non two round wheels,\nmy own mouth rounding\nin surprise when you pulled \nahead down the curved\npath of the park,\nI kept waiting\nfor the thud\nof your crash as I\nsprinted to catch up,\nwhile you grew\nsmaller, more breakable\nwith distance,\npumping, pumping\nfor your life, screaming\nwith laughter,\nthe hair flapping\nbehind you like a \nhandkerchief waving \ngoodbye.\n\nTo a Daughter Leaving Home\nLInda Pastan<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Next year my daughter will be a senior in high school. It is just unbelievable to me. We won&#8217;t even talk about how old my son is. Kids. They just insist on growing up. This poem struck a chord with me. My kids aren&#8217;t quite ready to leave home but I can see the day coming. Excuse me while I sink into a welter of memories of how adorable my children were. When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away on two round wheels, my own mouth rounding in surprise when you pulled ahead down the curved path of the park, I kept waiting for the thud of your crash as I sprinted to catch up, while you grew smaller, more breakable with distance, pumping, pumping for your life, screaming with laughter, the hair flapping behind you like a handkerchief waving goodbye. To a Daughter Leaving Home LInda Pastan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3869,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3868","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3868","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3868"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3868\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3870,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3868\/revisions\/3870"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3869"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3868"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3868"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3868"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}