{"id":29,"date":"2009-01-09T10:10:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-09T17:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=29"},"modified":"2009-09-29T12:30:26","modified_gmt":"2009-09-29T19:30:26","slug":"reflections-on-daughterhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=29","title":{"rendered":"Reflections on Daughterhood"},"content":{"rendered":"<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">&#8220;Be wary of men bearing bagels,&#8221;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">My mother would often warn me,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">&#8220;Although they may make you feel thankful,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Such gifts are quite often not free.&#8221;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">If only my youthful ears listened<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Alas! I believed I knew better,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">My morals were frequently loosened<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">By an Xs- and Bagels-signed letter.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">I&#8217;d smile for a boy serving sesames,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">I&#8217;d wink at a guy wielding wheats,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Before long, men were undressing me<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">By baiting me with blueberry treats.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">But my heart only fell for one Romeo<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Who made me forget all the rest,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">His sweet onion bagel aroma<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Awakened true love in my breast.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">In nine months I found myself natal,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And our daughter drove him away,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">&#8220;Be wary of men bearing bagels,&#8221;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">I oftentimes tell her today.<img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/300317138275289474-4032897137266779886?l=poemsaboutonionbagels.blogspot.com\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" \/><\/span><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Be wary of men bearing bagels,&#8221; My mother would often warn me, &#8220;Although they may make you feel thankful, Such gifts are quite often not free.&#8221; If only my youthful ears listened Alas! I believed I knew better, My morals were frequently loosened By an Xs- and Bagels-signed letter. I&#8217;d smile for a boy serving [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[19,15,90,8,29],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=29"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":894,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29\/revisions\/894"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=29"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}