Silence

 
They say silence is golden,
But I wonder –
What was golden,
About the deafening silence,
That tore apart my ears,
When the vuvuzela sounds died down,
In the aftermath of the World Cup?
Please tell me what was golden,
About the eerie silence of my house,
When just my voice echoed and echoed
In the rooms and corridors
After all the children had moved out?
Surely what was golden,
About the silence of my bedroom,
When my wife,
So full of laughter and stories,died?
© P. Chidavaenzi
August 16, 2010