THE HANDS OF A SWEET WOMAN

THE HANDS OF A SWEET WOMAN

(Dedicated to Gloria Marobele)

By Hector Kunene

As blazing as a furnace
As smooth as a new born leaf
As perfect as a porter’s art
As pure as the essence of her presence

She graced us with her smile of honour
She touched us and we turned gold
She walked in a room and it turned master bold

The hands of a sweet woman
We were robbed by a silly car accident
Yet we never forget her touched items
Her fingerprints remain a memory of statue

What artist would not appreciate her posture
Her cleavage and her voice of excellent melody
How we miss her worldly felt presence
Hoping she lies in her congenial peace of eternity

(Inspired by S Botsime)