I Forgot His Laugh

I don’t have all my memories Ive salvaged some, Ive sold some, Ive swallowed some. And ive even stole some. But in my sleep Was a sound that I would keep, Something soothing, Something moving, Something sonorous Like a gospel chorus. That echoed enthusiastically From the wooden pews To the heavenly balcony That rang through the ancient halls And bounced playfully off the walls And all of its glorious rapture My mind would zealously capture. But I can’t remember now, That so familiar sound, That was taken away from me, Torn right out of my memory. I wonder if my father would bare some wrath, If he found out that I’d forgotten his laugh.