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.





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.


Past becomes the future

Grandad – the father of a person’s father or mother – paternal or maternal. Also a fun or derogatory slang term- “get a move on, grandad”.

Looking back, both of my grandads were worlds apart. My maternal grandfather – the gentleman whose name I’ve taken as my pen-name – was a strict Methodist and retired firefighter, who always took a pride in his appearance. He had a wardrobe-like cupboard in the kitchen, where he kept his ‘going out’ coat and shoes, with a top section for his fedora and extensive shoe-cleaning kit. He used to say that you could tell a lot about a man from his shoes and how they were kept. This is something that sticks with me to this day. He also did a lot of work at his church, a Methodist chapel nearby, as a painter, signwriter and general handyman. He was a great carpenter, with a shed similar to my paternal grandfather’s shed. It’s just that this one was filled with plant pots, garden canes and spades – a tradition I appear to have taken on with my own shed. He loved to tend his garden and the adjoining greenhouse. There was an old piece of carpet on the floor. It had a comforting smell that I can still remember to this day; a blend of earthiness and wood. He was also an extremely talented artist with a makeshift studio in one of the spare bedrooms. I remember a variety of items from paperweights with hand-painted scenes, to crab shells cleaned and beach scenes displayed inside.

My biological paternal grandfather was an extremely clever engineer who spent nearly all his life working for Rolls Royce. When it finally came to the point of retiring, he was running both sides of the main works factory site, yet he always seemed to act the clown around me; more so at holiday time. I suspect that he may have been drinking a little bit, but I don’t know for sure. But even though he liked his scotch, it never took hold of him, unlike his son; grandad was always a very responsible person. He had a large purpose-built shed, adorned with his old nameplate from his office door at work. This was were he kept freezers, lawn mowers and tools, and also where spent his time after the obligatory pipe in the kitchen, until he eventually kicked the habit. . He constantly acted the fool, much to my grandmother’s huge annoyance. Like the one time he goose-stepped out the living room to make everyone drinks, while blowing raspberries. While Gran wasn’t amused, I must say my sister and I both thought it was hilarious. He would forever be blowing raspberries or making really bad what would now be described as “dad jokes”.

I’ve now come to accept that now I’m a grandad myself, I’m slowly becoming a strange hybrid mixture of both of them. I’ve spent the majority of my working life as an engineer of some sort or another. I can’t paint or draw, but I am an adequate poet and I’ve managed to put together a number of anthologies. I like to spend my spare time in the back bedroom (my office) at my desk, writing poetry, blog posts and now a book, so I do have some creative talents like my maternal grandad. There’s something I share in common with both of them. I’m rather partial to spending a sunny Sunday afternoon sat in my shed, reading with a coffee or tinkering on something or other.

Personality wise, as I slowly mature, get comfortable and eventually settle into my skin, the strange amalgamation of both my grandfathers continues. I find myself having a love of gardening, fedora-style hats and taking a pride in my appearance. Yet I also find myself acting the idiot while I’m talking to my grandchildren and making trumpet noises while wandering around the house.

I guess with these things, that we learn from our lived experiences and surroundings. I often wonder what traits my two grandchildren, whom I adore, will take from me.

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.


Father’s Day


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



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.


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.


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


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

For taking me on your
Walks, all our little daily

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

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