{"id":4281,"date":"2023-11-26T20:26:48","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:26:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=4281"},"modified":"2023-11-28T23:09:04","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T23:09:04","slug":"the-telegram","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/the-poems\/the-telegram\/","title":{"rendered":"The telegram"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> The telegram<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on November 28, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nOn her cheeks the sadness sparkled, though she hid it in a smile<br \/>\nAnd pretended to be happy he was hers for just a while.<br \/>\nThough a week is not a lifetime it was all they had to share<br \/>\nAnd tomorrow he was leaving for the fight in who knows where<\/p>\n<p>It had been a lovely wedding with his uniform well pressed<br \/>\nIn a borrowed flounce of beauty she had felt superbly dressed<br \/>\nAs her father held her stiffly and her mother almost cried<br \/>\nThey had promised one another they would love until they died<\/p>\n<p>Then a night and day of passion all she dreamed and now knew more<br \/>\nOn the bed, then on the table, in a chair and on the floor<br \/>\nJust the thought brought back her blushes and a tingle in her heart<br \/>\nFor their final night together they would practice this fine art<\/p>\n<p>Back to building tanks tomorrow, back to war and ordered life<br \/>\nFor a soldier all is duty but tonight they&#8217;re man and wife<br \/>\nHave they started reproducing are there children on the way<br \/>\nFor tonight it doesn&#8217;t matter those are words they cannot say<\/p>\n<p>It is six and he is leaving held her tight up to the last<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s the memory she&#8217;s holding though it&#8217;s buried in the past<br \/>\nIn the telegram they gave her there are words she hasn&#8217;t read<br \/>\nIs he coming home to kiss her, or in a foxhole, dead?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The telegram by cricketjeff on November 28, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved On her cheeks the sadness sparkled, though she hid it in a smile And pretended to be happy he was hers for just a while. Though a week is not a lifetime it was all they had to share And tomorrow [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9742,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-4281","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4281","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4281"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4281\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7227,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/4281\/revisions\/7227"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9742"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}