When I run into my
father in heaven,
What would I do?
What should I do?
I hope he’s in heaven.
I hope I am too.
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I like the would/should line pairs and the paired hope for both you and your father. Short and simple is often powerful. Nice poem.
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Sorry–I should have stated it was by an incest survivor
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Intimidating thought nicely expressed!
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Sorry–I should have stated it was by an incest survivor.
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that’s so sad. sounds like she has forgiven her father though which is very admirable.
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Admirable in some ways, but survivors often rush to forgive and thus box themselves in. Of course I can talk, at 81. Thanks for the response.
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Oh, from an incest survivor’s POV? Hmm.. now this added more depth to this poem.
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Thanks. Yes, I kinda assume the world already knows. : D
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Oh Nan, your poem is like a little beating heart of a prayer and conveys the ambiguous feelings an incest survivor must have towards a father..
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I think the message was clear. Nicely done.
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Thank you.
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Oh, Nan. What a simple little poem, and then what a powerful punch when you appreciate the context. I’m not sure I believe in heaven, but if there is one, I am sure you will be there, and whatever you do will be the right thing to do.
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Thanks. I don’t think I do, either, but it’s kind of a pleasant metaphor.
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Thank you, Sarah. Bless you, whever that means.
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This is so poignant Nan. Perhaps forgiveness has finally happened?
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Yes.
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Hope so! I find I change my mind often though!
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I’m sure more than one makes it much more difficult.
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Thanks, the poem just popped out.
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I guess it is a tribute to genuine forgiveness that one would wish for him to be in heaven too. Much love. XX
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I feel lucky that my case was not as vicious as many. I do not know if it had been, whether I would be as far along as I am. I feel like I am reconciled without hate, perhaps not forgiveness.
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This is a punch. Quick and powerful. I can spin it on the color of revenge, because it seems obvious to me. But as I can see in the comments, it’s about forgiving, which is pretty admirable too. Either way, a great short poem.
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Thanks so much. …And could you explain a little more about the color of revenge? Thanks for responding.
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Yes, it’s my pleasure. My initial understanding was that the victim didn’t have a chance to encounter her villain when she realized how she has been victimized. So it’s a threat like ‘I hope you are there too because I can’t wait to make you suffer the way you made me.’ A bit extreme perhaps?
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I guess I’m hoping they behave better than that in heaven! I think suffering is either on Earth or in the other place… Thanks for re-responding! (Actually I really fear heaven is only a pipe dream.., but a nice metaphor.) My options would probably be to speak or not to speak.
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