{"id":14,"date":"2011-03-09T22:50:04","date_gmt":"2011-03-09T22:50:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sundayscars.wordpress.com\/?p=14"},"modified":"2011-03-09T22:50:04","modified_gmt":"2011-03-09T22:50:04","slug":"kids","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2011\/03\/09\/kids\/","title":{"rendered":"Kids"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time<br \/>\nWhen we were kids<br \/>\nAnd we felt like kids<br \/>\nAnd we thought like kids<br \/>\nAnd we could watch a puppet show on a sunny Saturday afternoon and not understand the undertone of death and what that meant because<br \/>\nThat was so far away, and<br \/>\nSomething for someone else to worry about<br \/>\n\u00a0<br \/>\nOnce upon that time<br \/>\nWhen we were simple<br \/>\nAnd we felt simple<br \/>\nAnd we thought simple<br \/>\nAnd we enjoyed the small things like sitting in the sun on Saturday afternoon and watching a puppet show and not understanding the allegory of death, not even looking for it just<br \/>\nWatching the people be pulled back and forth and<br \/>\nLaughing with rings of fading daisies in our hair<br \/>\n\u00a0<br \/>\nBack upon this time<br \/>\nWhen time was endless<br \/>\nAnd time was simple<br \/>\nAnd we were kids<br \/>\nWho didn\u2019t realise and didn\u2019t see that the allegory was about us and that soon enough we would be the puppets<br \/>\npulled on strings<br \/>\nOn sunny Saturday<br \/>\nafternoons<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time When we were kids And we felt like kids And we thought like kids And we could watch a puppet show on a sunny Saturday afternoon <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2011\/03\/09\/kids\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}