{"id":8407,"date":"2022-08-13T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-08-13T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8407"},"modified":"2022-08-13T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-08-13T05:00:00","slug":"the-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"The Mother"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From The Times Dispatch, August 13, 1914<\/a>. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hear the blaring bands go by; I hear the marching feet;
All day they drum their dreadful dirge along the dusty street.
I hear the crowds give cheer on cheer of fierce and furious joy,
And wonder if they see him there\u2014my little, little boy.
A baby only yesterday, with soft and sunny hair;
So helpless and so innocent; so fragile, and so fair!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So strong I felt to shield him then, safe sheltered in my arm,
It seemed the whole wide world could never do him any harm.
And oh, the long, long nights I watched beside his trundle bed
To fight away the pain that racked his little fevered head.
I fought his battles for him then; he leaves my side today
To fight far greater ones alone, and oh, so far away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The little dimpled hand that lay so trustingly in mine
Must grasp a rifle barrel soon along the firing line.
My baby boy I held so close I felt his fluttering breath
Has left me empty-armed and gone to see the face of death.
And never mother\u2019s voice to soothe, nor mother\u2019s arm to shield,
From all the direful perils of the smoke-hung battlefield.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Times Dispatch, August 13, 1914. I hear the blaring bands go by; I hear the marching feet;All day they drum their dreadful dirge along the dusty street.I hear the crowds give cheer on cheer of fierce and furious joy,And wonder if they see him there\u2014my little, little boy.A baby only yesterday, with soft […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8407","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-times-dispatch"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8407","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8407"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8407\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}