Tawona Mzila Ranganawa Poet Prose

Her Day Is Done

In the Memory of Maya Angelou

 Her Day is Done

 Her day is done
 Is done
 The news came on the wings of a wind, reluctant to carry its burden.
 Maya Angelou’s day is done.
 The news, expected and still unwelcome, reached us in Africa, and suddenly our world became somber.
 Our skies were leadened

 Her day is done.
 We see you, American people standing speechless at the slamming of that final door through which no traveler returns.
 Our spirits reach out to you Blacks, the whites, Chinese, Caucasian of American born
 We think of you as you have lost a Mother , a daughter, a grandmother, a poet, your one more wonder of the world.

 In her work she reflected wisdom which she shared among many
 From the book ‘ I know why Caged Birds sing’ she made us believe
 Her poems left scars of inspiration
 I know you remember “still I rise”
This made us believe that we are stronger and we have a light in us,
 which no one can dim.
 And we can rise in whatever situation we find ourselves

 Now we know that no sun outlasts its sunset, but it will rise again and bring the dawn.
 We mourn at the loss of the people’s poet, the iron lady of literature
 Tears will forever remain, though we move on but the hole death drilled in our hearts will remain

 We will not forget you, we will not dishonor you, we will remember and be glad that you lived among us, that you taught us, and that you loved us all.

 Written by Maya Angelou and Tawona M Ranganawa

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