Refugee

Refugee

By Bob W Christian

I’m an alien, desperately
Trying to find somewhere,
That I can call home. A
Place where I belong,

I’m a global citizen, escaping
Across this vast distance.
Abandoned. Orphaned.
Scared and Alone,

Two histories, yet I’m
Abandoned by both.
Trying to find
Spme kind of peace.

Misunderstood; feared
By most I meet; never
Truly belonging, but
I’ll always be longing

Homeless; my culture
Scattered among the
Heavens; lost to the
Harshest elements.

My story is a desperate
Warning to all, of tales
Never to be repeated.
Yet they will be.

You may call me refugee,
Alien. In my homeland
I am simply me. Human
Lost. Homeless. Tired.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Grandparents

Grandparents

By Bob W Christian

A grandparent

The strong foundation
On which we can build
Our loving family home,
To give shelter to our
Future generations

It’s like a museum, where
Treasures – not silver
Or gold – but priceless
Memories and stories are
Safely held within.

The people who I knew
Loved me without ever
Having to say it aloud, are
Now watching over me
As I take my turn.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Lessons

Lessons

Lessons

By Bob W Christian

Stop, be still, hear
The wind; then you
Shall know which
Direction to take.

Connect your feet
To Mother Nature.
Only then will you
Find true balance.

Watch the candles’
Flickering flames.
Then you’ll learn
How to dance again.

Place your hands
In a running stream.
This teaches us how
To go with the flow.

Mother Earth can teach us so many lessons, if we’d just stop and listen.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Rear View

Rear View

By Bob W Christian

What are you supposed to do?
When blood becomes thinner,
Than water; emotions boiling
Over – evaporating into nothing.

When this tree, rooted for
Generations; Its branches
Bending, breaking, unable to
Weather the fiercest storm.

When those you thought had
Your back, now turn their backs.
Your relationship declared DOA
The only thing that you can do is

Walk away, without looking
Back. You’re not going that way.
It just reminds you of where
Your journey began.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Father’s Day

Fatherhood

By Bob W Christian

Thank you, Dad. My stepfather.

You showed me unconditional love,
Even ‘though I was someone else’s child.
There’s not a day goes by that I don’t
Remember the lessons you taught me.

You became my North Star in the wilderness
That my life seemed. Your guiding hand
Taught me so much more than what’s right.
You taught me how to be a good man.

You took the time to stand with me,
Believing in me, while stepping up to be
The father you didn’t have to be.
Loving me as if I was your own son.

One day, when you’re gone, I will look up;
See that star, shining, illuminating my path;
While remembering those lessons. Teaching
My grandchildren; you will live on in them.

(c) BobChristianpoetry

Stay Safe X

Nervous Excitement

Hard at work

I’ve officially started work on my next project(s), although this will be unlike anything I’ve attempted before, so I’m going between nervous and excited every time I work on it.

I won’t spoil the surprise too much, though. Needless to say, the book will contain some of my poetry, but the majority of this project will be a factual, new age type of book. I’m expecting it to be ready maybe next year, but that will all depend on the huge amounts of research needed and all the fine tuning, such as Mrs Bob spending countless hours correcting my dyslexic ramblings, while turning it into something I’m happy to put my name to…

So, stay tuned for updates as we begin this amazing new journey into the unknown.

Stay Safe X

Resurrection

“Resurrection”

By Bob W Christian

You said

it was me who
Hammered the final
Nail into this coffin.

Our relationship had
Finally been declared
Dead and buried.

I’m six feet under; laid
To rest; turned to ash.
Just like our friendship.

Scattered on the winds
Of change. You said I’m
Dead to you now.

It’s too late for you
To do the right thing,
Tell everyone the truth.

That it was, in fact, you
Who said these things,
All the while blaming me.

(c)BobChristianpoetry

Green Man

“Green Man”

By Bob W Christian

While walking in the forest
Surrounded by nature,
I gazed upon your face.
Those eyes, so green
Like the plants dancing.
Yours is the unseen
Breath, swaying leaves are
Fields of rippling skin.
Your golden sunshine
Warming. Creating life,
Bringing such brightest
Blessings to each and
Every season in this,
Our most hallowed place.

(c)BobChristianpoetry

Venturing Outside

Over the last few months, more and more news and media stories have been focused on the U.K. lifting Covid lockdown. Restrictions are slowly easing and we are being told of the return to day-to-day “normal” life.

For most people, especially those of us on the Autism Spectrum, this so-called transition and a return to normal daily life can arouse different feelings, and even some serious concerns.

“Going back to an office could be stressful, having to mask all day & socialise”

“I’ve become used to isolation,”

During the pandemic, those in lockdown, shielding, self-isolating, etc, have spent months or even a year at home, and have developed new, very different routines- a new way of life. We were all required to quickly transition and adapt to very different and restricted routines, which took time and effort to get used to. I know I’m not alone in having found a sense of safety and comfort in this way of living and almost prefer it to the old way of life. Now, though, we are being asked to transition and adapt yet again, towards a new normal, which might continue for some years. While opening our front doors and moving back into society might be a relief to the majority of the population, for some of us (and not only those on the Autism spectrum) it’s a genuine worry and can cause considerable anxiety.

The social distancing and other public health measures in place now require us to interact and engage in a different way. For those of us on the spectrum, this can feel very uncomfortable, difficult to deal with, and some aspects will be extremely discomforting, and disruptive. We’ve spent our lives negotiating situations we struggle with every day and have come up with ways to deal with them. However, now we will find that many of our well-learned “hacks” to do so, no longer apply.

I find it can be useful to try to prepare myself when something new is happening in general terms, so I thought I’d share my thoughts about this in the hope it might help someone else. This is what I do:

Using a pen and paper, or the notes app (standard on most smartphones) to write down the changes you will need to make to your routines, environments and with people. Note down the potential issues you might face, and maybe even some positives too. Then identify where the possible issues could arise, and think about how you can develop coping strategies (new ones, or some rehashed from other situations you’ve faced) for any of the issues you’ve identified. If they have worked in the past, then it might be possible to use them again. If not, you might find new and improved ways that you haven’t considered before.

Another tip is to deal with this like you would climbing Mount Everest. It can feel as if you are, sometimes! You have to do things in stages: small, manageable steps that increase in size each day. Let’s say you’ve been off work, shielding or in isolation for months. You’ve not left your house since lockdown began. So take small steps each day. The first day, walk outside your house, maybe venture to your front gate. The following day go to the end of the road or around the block. The next day, go even further, and so on.

If you don’t manage to go further than you did the day before, please don’t feel that you’ve failed in any way, shape or form,. Repeating the same step a few times can create a comfort level that enables you to gradually do a bit more. We all move at our own pace, and ultimately each step taken will help towards the main goal of facing this new post-lockdown landscape, whatever form it takes.

Above all, please …

Stay Safe X

Hoomum

Sheldon Tiberius aka Dog

Last night I sat down with Dog and he asked me to share his thoughts with you…

Dear Hoomum.

Thank you for my house,
Taking time to throw my
Mouse.

For taking me on your
Walks, all our little daily
Talks.

All those snuggles, naps
We share, sorry about all the
Hair.

Thank you for the food you
Bring, thank you mum for
Everything.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

(C)SheldonTiberius