In silence I weep
These tears they fall
Choking up inside
I can hardly breath
You look at me questioningly
'He's dead' is all I can offer
Taking my hand you pull me close
Rest my head on your bosom
A few seats a way
A question is asked
I don't understand it
But your answer is simple
'He was a father to ALL'
Speaking your mothertongue
In what seems like a shouting match
You never let me go
You understand
It’s time for you to leave
You squeeze my hand one last time
As you walk towards to doors
I hear you say
“Hamba kahle Tata Madiba”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem