{"id":1655,"date":"2013-05-10T03:50:16","date_gmt":"2013-05-10T03:50:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1655"},"modified":"2017-07-11T20:41:37","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T20:41:37","slug":"a-gift-by-maria-wheeler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/a-gift-by-maria-wheeler\/","title":{"rendered":"A Gift by Maria Wheeler"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A Gift<\/h1>\n

by Maria Wheeler<\/p>\n

You plucked it from
\nA barren peach tree
\nAnd offered it to me some sort
\nOf bruised and oozing, thoughtless joke-
\nYou centered it plump on a cotton placemat.
\nIts fuzzy, orange brilliance paled
\nThe autumn warning
\nOf crisp grey leaves
\nAnd waning sunlight,
\nOf life and time-
\nso swollen, so soft and dewy
\nIt mocked my womb
\nand warmed my heart.<\/p>\n

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\nMaria Wheeler has been teaching English for thirteen years. She has an MA in writing and is working on an MFA in professional and creative writing. Maria lives in New Jersey with her husband, a musician. Someday she hopes to finish her memoirs on that peaceful, little farm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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