Father,
I have seen your eyes
Close in death
Yet the smile seemed
To linger on your face.
I have held your stiff hand,
Felt the deep silence
And heard your unspoken farewell;
I have seen the grave
Embrace you
As a mother
Takes her child
To her bosom.
Yet I beg you,
Ndapota, please
Stay with me awhile.
Kariba, 1998