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SHJ Issue 4
Fall 2011

[One Poem]

Kathleen McGookey


When sorrow knocks again, for my mother, I want to say
I’ve already paid.  For ten years I watched my father get
sicker, stumble, fall, then lose his voice. Then worse.
Then my own baby almost.... Enough misfortune for one
family. Now who do I complain to, show my poor ragged
heart? Look, I want to say, I thought we had a deal.


“...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