{"id":3266,"date":"2015-05-18T00:45:52","date_gmt":"2015-05-17T23:45:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/w7m.3ee.myftpupload.com\/?p=3266"},"modified":"2015-05-17T22:07:55","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T21:07:55","slug":"the-passing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/?p=3266","title":{"rendered":"The Passing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Rosa had died.<br \/>\nEveryone heard about it.<br \/>\nOver the fence details were shared.<br \/>\nFor a moment there was silence<br \/>\nin that house.<br \/>\nThe family gathered.<br \/>\nShe looked so small, dead.<br \/>\nLike a child.<br \/>\nThe sons gazed.<br \/>\nAnne her daughter, the only one,<br \/>\nwondered.<br \/>\nThe screen door clapped<br \/>\nlike Rosa\u2019s voice,<br \/>\nbut then was quiet.<\/p>\n<p>Somehow, Sicily was dead.<br \/>\nThe trees disappeared on its hills,<br \/>\nand on a hillside,<br \/>\na little girl wandered.<br \/>\nMama!  She called.<br \/>\nPapa!  She cried.<br \/>\nHer Sicilian dialect returned.<br \/>\nWhere was everyone?<br \/>\nShe was six years old.<br \/>\nShe was Rosa Bova.<br \/>\nA big girl.<br \/>\nDon\u2019t cry.  Don\u2019t cry.<\/p>\n<p>Another child came up the path.<br \/>\nHe looked familiar.<br \/>\nWhere is Mama?  she asked.<br \/>\nWhere is Papa?<br \/>\nAs if the boy would know.<br \/>\nHe had such bright eyes.<br \/>\nLike stars, like lakes.<br \/>\nThere were tears in them.<br \/>\nHe sat down as she approached.<\/p>\n<p>I am Peter!  He said,<br \/>\nwithout being asked.<br \/>\nHe seemed shy.<br \/>\nShe nodded.   She knew.<br \/>\nAs if they had played together.<br \/>\nShe was not afraid now.<br \/>\nI want my Mama and Papa, she said,<br \/>\nand Peter suddenly giggled.<br \/>\nThey are coming, he said.<br \/>\nRosa nodded, she trusted the boy.<\/p>\n<p>Am I going to school?  Rosa asked.<br \/>\nPeter nodded.<br \/>\nI\u2019ve been there, he said.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s nice, all the kids<br \/>\nknow how to play.<br \/>\nThey have magic glasses<br \/>\nGlasses? said Rosa.<br \/>\nPeter waved his hand.<br \/>\nYou put them on and see things, he said.<br \/>\nYou can take things apart<br \/>\nand put them together<br \/>\na different way, he said grinning.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s fun.<\/p>\n<p>Will I see my children again, asked Rosa.<br \/>\nYou will see everybody Rosa, said Peter.<br \/>\nThey\u2019re all there.<br \/>\nRosa thought Peter was handsome.<br \/>\nYes, said Peter.<br \/>\nAnd you grow up again,<br \/>\nthis time perfect.<br \/>\nRosa laughed,<br \/>\nthen said seriously,<br \/>\nI want to go home, Peter.<br \/>\nThe little boy smiled.<br \/>\nI will take you home, Rosa.<br \/>\nAnd a great burden left Rosa.<br \/>\nAn old woman\u2019s anguish disappeared.<br \/>\nThose around the bed exclaimed,<br \/>\nshe looks like a little girl!<br \/>\nSmiling!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rosa had died. Everyone heard about it. Over the fence details were shared. For a moment there was silence in that house. The family gathered.&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/?p=3266\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The Passing<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3266","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-index-of-all-poems","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3266","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3266"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3266\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4713,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3266\/revisions\/4713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3266"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3266"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3266"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}