The Last Time We Smiled

The last time we smiled was our first Sharing the news with grins of fine texture Like infants joy at mother’s milk Dancing to a new freedom like children in a moonlight play The first time we smiled was our last Our face transformed to wrinkles As smiling evaporates Leaving us to feast on soury sweat of a new bond The frown on our face is the first Unsure of the cause of natural orbit Why we fight with tiny laboring ants over tiny crumbs Then we ask the trees to bear us fruits When we water them with sweat After an exhausting fruitful naught, We sing with ‘cheer’ “O God of creation…”