{"id":116,"date":"2007-01-08T06:01:39","date_gmt":"2007-01-08T14:01:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/01\/for-my-baby-brother\/"},"modified":"2007-02-02T11:39:32","modified_gmt":"2007-02-02T19:39:32","slug":"for-my-baby-brother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/01\/for-my-baby-brother\/","title":{"rendered":"For My Baby Brother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Originally published in LLL of New Mexico\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s <\/em>Enchantment, <em>Winter 1986<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know about him for a long time.<br \/>\nIt had been an afternoon&#8211;an ordinary summer afternoon,<br \/>\nAugust 9, 1963;<br \/>\nI was home in the kitchen,<br \/>\nMy mom was chopping something.<br \/>\nPatrick Kennedy had just died,<br \/>\nThe President\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s little baby boy,<br \/>\nI told my mother it made me sad.<br \/>\nShe stopped.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->In a soft voice,<br \/>\nA small, tight voice I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d never heard before,<br \/>\nVery, very far away,<br \/>\nShe said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That happened to me, too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<br \/>\nTime stopped.<\/p>\n<p>I stared at my mother,<br \/>\nThis strange woman in my house,<br \/>\nNot just my mother anymore.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He lived half an hour.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<br \/>\nMy throat turned hard and dry;<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We named him after my father.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>He was gone forever,<br \/>\nI never said goodbye.<br \/>\nShe had kept the hurt to herself all those years.<\/p>\n<p>Now I have two babies<br \/>\nPerfect and alive;<br \/>\nAnd I think about that little brother,<br \/>\nA part of me,<br \/>\nGone.<br \/>\nAnd I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m still trying to saying goodbye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Originally published in LLL of New Mexico\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Enchantment, Winter 1986 I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know about him for a long time. It had been an afternoon&#8211;an ordinary summer afternoon, August 9, 1963; I was home in the kitchen, My mom was chopping something. Patrick Kennedy had just died, The President\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s little baby boy, I told my mother [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-116","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=116"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=116"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=116"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}