What\u2019s in my heart<\/b><\/p>\n
Today my dad told me a different part of his childhood
\nA story he had never told me before
\nEvery couple hours or so he manages to say a couple words to me
\nUsually those words are \u2018Hi\u2019 or \u2018Yep\u2019
\nHowever this story was a little different
\nMy father told me about growing up
\nIn Maryland in Salisbury
\nOver the summer my father would go with his father to the shore
\nHe\u2019d eat crab, fresh from the sea and it tasted perfect it would melt in his mouth
\nThat\u2019s why he loves crab he explained, not the soft shell but the hard shell
\nHis whole life he\u2019s been trying to relive that perfect moment
\nOf eating crab on the shore watching the water as an innocent young boy
\nHe wanted to tell me more but the check came
\nAnd he got quiet again
\nLike he always does<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Other Side<\/b><\/p>\n
Your smile is my favorite color
\nYour eyes are my favorite song
\nOur sides requires both hands
\nLet\u2019s dance together and swing around<\/p>\n
We share space together
\nWe walk in each other\u2019s shine
\nYour face is my favorite picture
\nLet\u2019s be together and life will be fine<\/p>\n
Our hugs are our special places
\nWe make our own time
\nYour heart keeps the rhythm
\nLet\u2019s put our minds together and just unwind<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A Coffee Maker Mysteriously appears in my Living Room\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n
My heat is off
\nThere aren\u2019t any lights
\nI\u2019m alone
\nI haven\u2019t seen a person all day
\nVoice is rusty
\nBeing a hermit in a city is fun
\n———-<\/p>\n
Beach Sloth<\/strong> blogs hard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What\u2019s in my heart Today my dad told me a different part of his childhood A story he had never told me before Every couple hours or so he manages to say a couple words to me Usually those words are \u2018Hi\u2019 or \u2018Yep\u2019 However this story was a little different My father told me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,4,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3821","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-poetry","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3821","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3821"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3821\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3821"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3821"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3821"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}