The Glee On Our Faces Poem by Tondana Fatimah Seebaway

There are peals of laughter in the sand
And piles of smiles in the dust
Right at our feet where we stand
There are enough for everyone

Then comes a sudden storm
Wiping away the laughters and smiles
And leaving behind hollows
In its feathery path

Where are the smiles? We gasp
In the thin air perhaps
And also the laughters?
Painstakingly at them we grasp

With the wind we sometimes grapple
To reclaim our whirls of dimple
The storm may be too hard to handle
But our mounds of misery shall soon crumble

Our moments of bliss do not last
Just like our sorrows they pass
Disappointments we shall forestall
If only this we realise

If only in God we put our trust
Through it all
We shall stand tall
And rise above the storm