{"id":86,"date":"2019-11-14T13:11:00","date_gmt":"2019-11-14T13:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/11\/14\/a-poem-for-thursday-57\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T21:03:00","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T21:03:00","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-57","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/11\/14\/a-poem-for-thursday-57\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #57"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Faith Shearin is an American writer who has published five volumes of poetry. She won the May Swenson Award. I didn’t find much information about her but I like this poem.<\/p>\n

They are taking so many things with them:<\/i>
\ntheir sewing machines and fine china,<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\ntheir ability to fold a newspaper<\/i>
\nwith one hand and swat a fly.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nThey are taking their rotary telephones,<\/i>
\nand fat televisions, and knitting needles,<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\ntheir cast iron frying pans, and Tupperware.<\/i>
\nThey are packing away the picnics<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nand perambulators, the wagons<\/i>
\nand church socials. They are wrapped in<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nlipstick and big band music, dressed<\/i>
\nin recipes. Buried with them:\u00a0 bathtubs<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nwith feet, front porches, dogs without leashes.<\/i>
\nThese are the people who raised me<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nand now I am left behind in\u00a0<\/i>
\na world without paper letters,<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\na place where the phone<\/i>
\nhas grown as eager as a weed.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI am going to miss their attics,<\/i>
\ntheir ordinary coffee, their chicken<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nfried in lard. I would give anything\u00a0<\/i>
\nto be ten again, up late with them<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nin that cottage by the river, buying<\/i>
\nMarvin Gardens and passing go,<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\ncollecting two hundred dollars.\u00a0<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nMy Grandparent’s Generation<\/i>
\nFaith Shearin<\/p>\n

Brona<\/a> has shared a poem this week.
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\n<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Faith Shearin is an American writer who has published five volumes of poetry. She won the May Swenson Award. I didn’t find much information about her but I like this poem. They are taking so many things with them: their sewing machines and fine china, their ability to fold a newspaper with one hand and swat a fly. They are taking their rotary telephones, and fat televisions, and knitting needles, their cast iron frying pans, and Tupperware. They are packing away the picnics and perambulators, the wagons and church socials. They are wrapped in lipstick and big band music, dressed in recipes. Buried with them:\u00a0 bathtubs with feet, front porches, dogs without leashes. These are the people who raised me and now I am left behind in\u00a0 a world without paper letters, a place where the phone has grown as eager as a weed. I am going to miss their attics, their ordinary coffee, their chicken fried in lard. I would give anything\u00a0 to be ten again, up late with them in that cottage by the river, buying Marvin Gardens and passing go, collecting two hundred dollars.\u00a0 My Grandparent’s Generation Faith Shearin Brona has shared a poem this week.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1761,"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-86","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\/86","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=86"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2545,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions\/2545"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1761"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=86"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=86"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=86"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}