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SHJ Issue 7
Spring 2013

6 Foot 7 and to His Belly-Button I Stood

by Dolores Johnson

I am Norwegian.
I never saw my mother kiss my dad.
I know they kissed because I was born.
I never saw my mother kiss my dad,
But they got close enough for me,
My sister and my two brothers to be born.

I wish all the men in my life
Were still with me—
My father, my two brothers, my four sons,
My darling 6′7″ husband.



SHJ Issue 7
Spring 2013

Dolores Johnson

was born in Minneapolis in 1927 and grew up on the Navajo Indian Reservation in New Mexico. She taught school before she was married and loved teaching and loved her marriage and loved giving birth to her four sons. This poem is a first draft produced at an independent-living poetry workshop for senior citizens who live at St. Paul’s Residence in San Diego.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury