I am longing for those happy days,
my heart at ease,longing for those happy days.
Longing for the day i hold my first child,write my first book
… and mark my brainchild.
My heart at ease longing for those happy days
Happy days i forsee sister hugging sister,
brother stretching for a brother broken pieces both they gather,
instead of brotherly wars they would rather settle for a thing or another.
As for me this flexes the organ caged on my left side and propels me to
the happy days i forever cherish.I am longing for those happy days,
my heart at ease,longing for those happy days.
Longing for the day i hold my first child,write my first book
… and mark my brainchild.
My heart at ease longing for those happy days
Happy days i forsee sister hugging sister,
brother stretching for a brother broken pieces both they gather,
instead of brotherly wars they would rather settle for a thing or another.
As for me this flexes the organ caged on my left side and propels me to
the happy days i forever cherish.
Written by Gift Ndebele
Gift Ndebele


I enjoyed this I swear. Good poetry.
i like this a lot, writer’s bio has awed my suggestions into silence.
I look forward to reading more of your work @starrider.
Very well done.
l have enjoyed some of your posts. On my biography,l can only say what humbling comments. This is as much as individual as it is a collective effort. l belong to a supportive and active literary association, WRITERS GET TOGETHER. Thanks a lot for those inspiring words.”Your suggestions awed into silence”, call to mind that silence on its own is a powerful voice!
Very well done
Lots of respect. Much appreciated.
gat to read it again. So so fascinating.