{"id":1284,"date":"2010-03-22T19:42:41","date_gmt":"2010-03-22T19:42:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mrsokana.wordpress.com\/?p=1284"},"modified":"2010-03-22T19:42:41","modified_gmt":"2010-03-22T19:42:41","slug":"1284","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/2010\/03\/22\/1284\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A poem today for parents of children having surgery and one dear friend, in particular. We are thinking of you. I think you&#8217;re partial to the odd blast of RLS. Courage! xx<\/p>\n<table style=\"height:566px;\" border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\" width=\"852\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"80%\" valign=\"top\">The Sick Child<\/td>\n<td colspan=\"2\" align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td colspan=\"3\">by Robert Louis Stevenson<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td colspan=\"3\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td colspan=\"2\" valign=\"top\">\n<pre>CHILD.\nO Mother, lay your hand on my brow!\nO mother, mother, where am I now?\nWhy is the room so gaunt and great?\nWhy am I lying awake so late?\n\nMOTHER.\nFear not at all: the night is still.\nNothing is here that means you ill -\nNothing but lamps the whole town through,\nAnd never a child awake but you.\n\nCHILD.\nMother, mother, speak low in my ear,\nSome of the things are so great and near,\nSome are so small and far away,\nI have a fear that I cannot say,\nWhat have I done, and what do I fear,\nAnd why are you crying, mother dear?\n\nMOTHER.\nOut in the city, sounds begin\nThank the kind God, the carts come in!\nAn hour or two more, and God is so kind,\nThe day shall be blue in the window-blind,\nThen shall my child go sweetly asleep,\nAnd dream of the birds and the hills of sheep.<\/pre>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A poem today for parents of children having surgery and one dear friend, in particular. We are thinking of you. I think you&#8217;re partial to the odd blast of RLS. Courage! xx The Sick Child by Robert Louis Stevenson CHILD. O Mother, lay your hand on my brow! O mother, mother, where am I now? [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[56],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1284","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-literature"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1284","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1284"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1284\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1284"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1284"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/anakanaschofield.com\/website_66900629\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1284"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}