Genealogy

Genealogy by Bob W Christian

All of our stories begin,
In the very same way
Branching out from
Our family trees.

Reaching for the sky
Soaking up the sun’s
Rays, while staying
Grounded in our roots.

Growing ever-stronger,
Facing the seasons
Graceful in the breeze.
Strong during storms.

Turning over a new leaf.
Bending rather than breaking.
Refreshed after rain, and
Providing strangers with shelter.

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About Bob W Christian

I’m Bob Christian; a husband, father, grandfather and cat dad. I’m a dyslexic poet. I am on the Autism Spectrum and I started writing poetry, or scribbles as I’ve always referred to them, to help me to process my thoughts and emotions. It’s also helped with my PTSD. It’s gone from there and after over 20 years is still going strong, I’m now finally dabbling in to photography as I’ve been told I have a good eye.

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