my father’s laughter
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
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Love!
very nice
I enjoy how you compare your father’s laughter to all the unimportant things many people collect. Well done.
Beautiful! As a father myself, I would love to hear that adult kids treasure my laughter or anything else about me. Really inventive with strong imagery throughout (though maybe you don’t need “light at the end of the tunnel”).
the line “makes me more whole” is my favorite. captures true connection
I really enjoyed this! I particularly like this phrase: “I let his joy spill out and puddle at my feet
gurgling lilac and sunny yellow..”
You are making me see his laughter! Nicely done!
I really enjoyed this poem
Beautiful thoughts and poem!
‘Laughter in a bottle to be uncorked on cloudy days’ the aliveness of this connection yes, worth more than a ‘silver spoon’ such vivid images wrap around me like a soul under one’s skin . . . very nice imagery!