{"id":18047,"date":"2013-03-26T16:16:43","date_gmt":"2013-03-26T21:16:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=18047"},"modified":"2013-03-26T16:16:43","modified_gmt":"2013-03-26T21:16:43","slug":"thinking-of-my-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=18047","title":{"rendered":"Thinking of my mother"},"content":{"rendered":"

I live now in a small room with my desk (work) on one side and my day bed (rest) on the other side. A large photograph of my mother is over my bed alongside a portrait of Tin. I think about my mother often and how brave and strong she was, and how I really did not understand this until she had passed. Today I remember her beauty and how she created beauty and always, always she was filled with love. <\/p>\n

For My Mother
\nMay Sarton<\/p>\n

Once more
\nI summon you
\nOut of the past
\nWith poignant love,
\nYou who nourished the poet
\nAnd the lover.
\nI see your gray eyes
\nLooking out to sea
\nIn those Rockport summers,
\nKeeping a distance
\nWithin the closeness
\nWhich was never intrusive
\nOpening out
\nInto the world.<\/p>\n

And what I remember
\nIs how we laughed
\nTill we cried
\nSwept into merriment
\nEspecially when times were hard.
\nAnd what I remember
\nIs how you never stopped creating
\nAnd how people sent me
\nDresses you had designed
\nWith rich embroidery
\nIn brilliant colors
\nBecause they could not bear
\nTo give them away
\nOr cast them aside.<\/p>\n

I summon you now
\nNot to think of
\nThe ceaseless battle
\nWith pain and ill-health,
\nThe frailty and the anguish.
\nNo, today I remember
\nThe creator,
\nThe lion-hearted.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I live now in a small room with my desk (work) on one side and my day bed (rest) on the other side. A large photograph of my mother is over my bed alongside a portrait of Tin. I think about my mother often and how brave and strong she was, and how I really did not understand this until she had passed. Today I remember her beauty and how she created beauty and always,… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18047","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-4H5","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18047","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18047"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18047\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18048,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18047\/revisions\/18048"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18047"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18047"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18047"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}