{"id":3243,"date":"2017-02-25T17:21:51","date_gmt":"2017-02-25T22:21:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=3243"},"modified":"2017-02-12T23:50:29","modified_gmt":"2017-02-13T04:50:29","slug":"andrea-mcbride","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=3243","title":{"rendered":"Andrea McBride &#8220;Making Preparations&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Andrea McBride<\/h1>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Making Preparations<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>She had her son lug the armchair<br \/>\nup to her bedroom and place<br \/>\nit next to the hospital bed<br \/>\nwhere she would eventually sleep.<br \/>\n<code><br \/>\n<\/code><br \/>\n<strong>Andrea McBride<\/strong><em> is a Florida writer who tries to capture the poetry not only in death and loss, but also in Sandhill cranes, Spanish moss and the white sands of Siesta Key.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/ospdiagrammed2.jpg?ssl=1\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-1599\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/ospdiagrammed2.jpg?resize=12%2C11&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"12\" height=\"11\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/ospdiagrammed2.jpg?w=251&amp;ssl=1 251w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/ospdiagrammed2.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 12px) 100vw, 12px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Andrea McBride Making Preparations She had her son lug the armchair up to her bedroom and place it next to the hospital bed where she would eventually sleep. 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