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Douglas-Henry born 10thJune 1921..

“We’re forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable,
and trying to understand what can’t be understood.”
― Isaac Asimov, The Caves of Steel

This is a photo of my father at 6 months old…

we weave together memories
we blot out truth

seekers of other worlds
inscriptions from our youth

brought together in kinship
held together by faith

we dance to the tune
of our ancestors
yet our true-selves remain

made from the dust of a million stars,
we come to this earth to learn
we are the brave returned

disciples, believers
we carry heavy loads
our purpose
as truly divine souls

and forgiveness really matters
it’s the hope
that we reclaim
as we let love
empower us
for we are of feeble frame!

even in quagmires of suffering
when we cannot see the light
they watch over us daily
and through the darkest nights

for the bones of our ancestors bear our genetic code
reminding us of our heritage
gratefully bestowed

they forged paths through the wilderness
scorched by the heat at midday
they wore the scars of a hundred plagues 
they foresaw earth’s decay

and they rise again in the new earth
like beacons of light
absolved by the Time-Lords
for their stories they rewrite….

I’ve written quite a lot about my old man on this blog,
so I have decided to commemorate his 100th year with a poem.

It’s about letting go and forgiveness.
I know for sure he came to this earth
to teach me to be the person I am today,
whether it be through acceptance or disapproval…

He read books by Isaac Asimov.
Perhaps he did see into the future and he wanted us
to be able to withstand the tribulation of this present time...

He would be a right old grump if he had lived this long!


I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

8 thoughts on “Douglas-Henry born 10thJune 1921..

    1. Thanks, Deb…my Grandmother was English and she came to Africa to marry my Grandfather. By all reports she definitely felt the heat, but she had many helpers to do the housework and tend to the yard. I think it was a simple life…she hardly complained!


  1. Yes, he was saved from his own grumpiness! I am finding it difficult to imagine 100 years ago in the place of Mvuma. Despite all reports, I strongly suspect it was no Idyll. I know how much he loved the place of his birth. We once stopped at the hotel to have lunch on our way through to Harare and teased Dad about whether he remembered this tree and that shack etc. He was quite good humoured. That’s when I remember my mother telling us that petrol was cheaper than in South Africa. 25 cents a gallon!

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