A poem I wrote as a thought experiment: what if I could see my dad when I died? This was published in 1998 by the International Library of Poetry in the book, “A Celebration of Poets”
What I’d Like to See in Heaven
Flesh to the touch and in his prime
Standing next to his father
Who’s next to his father,
Each forgiving the last for the sins of the past
And so on down the line.
Past the city slicker and onion farmer,
The potato picker and snake charmer
Right back to Ur-man,
The first of our clan.
But he’s hairy-scary and goony grinned
And he chases me screaming,
Right out of my dreaming
Back to the heaven I started in.