Laughing

I am going to bottle the laughs in a glass mason jar
And yet I let them slip through my fingers
Like a smile in the summer wind
Sprinkled with lemon zest

We spilled the time on the wooden floorboards
I'll rub it in and they'll smell like sunshine and happiness and smooth, polished, light
And we'll scuff them with sneakers and boots and the laughter I haven't bottled will sink into the cracks
And rise into the raughters
And fill our hearts
Like jeweled goblets
And tin cups
Until one more drop would overflow
Abd our happiness will still grow
And we will grow
And it will show.