{"id":1464,"date":"2006-03-28T00:02:55","date_gmt":"2006-03-28T08:02:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2006\/03\/28\/another-saved-poemfrom-1983\/"},"modified":"2026-01-21T16:44:18","modified_gmt":"2026-01-22T00:44:18","slug":"another-saved-poemfrom-1983","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2006\/03\/28\/another-saved-poemfrom-1983\/","title":{"rendered":"Another Saved Poem&#8230;From 1983"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><u>Still Life<\/u><\/p>\n<p>My father is sitting on a duck<br \/>\nIn the middle of a field<br \/>\nOn our kitchen table.<br \/>\nA still life in fading black and white<br \/>\nCurling at the edges<br \/>\nThe Kodak print holds a past<br \/>\nThat belongs partly to me.<br \/>\nMy father is no longer<br \/>\nJust a soldier&#8217;s face on the mantle<br \/>\nOr a brass plaque in the attic.<br \/>\nNow I am the daughter of a little boy<br \/>\nWho sits on the back of a duck<br \/>\nAnd squints into afternoon sunlight.<br \/>\nHe knew me only as a photograph<br \/>\nEnclosed in an air mail envelope.<br \/>\nI know him only as a photograph<br \/>\nCurling on the formica table<br \/>\nAnd gazing endlessly from the mantle<br \/>\nBehind a sheet of glass<br \/>\nWhich my mother won&#8217;t dust.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;Gretchen Hill<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Still Life My father is sitting on a duck In the middle of a field On our kitchen table. A still life in fading black and white Curling at the edges The Kodak print holds a past That belongs partly to me. My father is no longer Just a soldier&#8217;s face on the mantle Or [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24,28,30],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1464","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-arts","category-humanities","category-quotes"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1464","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1464"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1464\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12308,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1464\/revisions\/12308"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1464"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1464"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1464"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}