I keep my father’s laughter in a bottle
and uncork it on cloudy days 
I let his joy spill out 
and puddle at my feet
gurgling lilac and sunny yellow
my collection is worth more than any stamp
crystal, shell or silver spoon
it is the light at the end of the tunnel 
it is the last goodbye 
it is the first hello
it fills the holes up within me 
and makes me more whole 
than any drug or drink could