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…”
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