Angels 2?

When I first started writing around the start of the millennium. I wrote a piece called Angels. It was obvious who it was written about. As I’m now a grandfather, and I’ve been going over my very first scribbles to give them a polish,

I’d like to share it with you…

Angels

(Grandad’s Shed edition)

In the depths of my soul, I’ve stumbled and swayed.

As a father, I’m flawed, but my love never strayed.

No blueprint to follow, no roadmap to find,

But my love for you both is clearly defined.


I confess, there were moments when I was unfair.

But my love, dear daughters, was always there.

You are my angels, my guiding stars above,

I’ve always wanted the best for you, my loves.


Ups and downs, we’ve weathered the storms,

A bond unbreakable, my troubles transformed.

So please forgive me for all my mistakes,

And know that my love will never break.


For in every beat of my heart you reside,

With every breath, my love cannot hide.

So trust in my love, and believe that it’s true,

For there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.


(c)BobChristian

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About Bob W Christian

Bob W Christian has been writing poetry for more than 20 years. He started as a way to help to process his thoughts and emotions as an autistic man, and to address the impact of CPTSD. As he wrote, and slowly gained the confidence to share his poems, he was given incredibly positive feedback, which spurred him to write more. During that time, he has written six books, and had numerous guest publications in books and magazines around the world. His work has earned several accolades recently, including recognition in the Dark Poet’s Club 2025 competition. Alongside poetry, Bob enjoys photographing nature and birds, and is often praised for his keen eye behind the lens. A husband, father and grandfather, he regularly shares his observations, reflections and creative work through his personal blog, The Ramblings of Bob Christian.

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