Visiting Her Resting Place Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Now when that smile has gone,
I long for it so and know under
here lies her remains.

My mother has left me a part of
her, for I sre her tall in my life.
Lying here, she sings and dances
history songs.

Speaking to her is telling the
world, I know whence she came
and whence she went. Dancer in night
she wins. She was, and singer too.

Now it is my time to join, in the
dance and song for one who danced
always has gone out waving, to all
who remain to dance and sing always.

She pointed out mountains, oceans
and hills in her wake. When hearing
her their yes sounded back with a quiet
stillness of a silence of song. Now
I reminisce at the greatness of
a woman warrior. Where is she dancing
and in which windy world does she wave to me?