My writing journey…

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I have finished my second book Abigail!  What a feeling of relief!  I finished the suspense and then had to finish the story line for the two main characters.  That took more time than I had expected!  But I’m happy with the book.  Now I’ll let it sit for at least a month.

I now have to edit my first book Martha.  I have put it away for about three months now.  I’m ready to get back to it with a fresh mind.  A fresh view.

My third book Mia is next!  It’s a young adult paranormal romantic suspense.  It’s about a heroine, Mia, who finds an amulet and is followed by werewolves who want to steal it from her.  She is protected by Josh, a good werewolf.

Cheers!

I write a poem about writing.

Writing.
Soothes the mind.
Soothes the soul.
My tattered soul.
It is release.
Writing.
A release of the anguish.
Of the terror.
Writing is a release.

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Friend…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about a friend.  This person helped her with something she was passionate about and yet they are both so fragile.  Cheers!

I valued your opinion.
So I listened.
Yet I worry for you.
You have shared that sometimes it’s all too much.
Now I worry for you that even I can be too much.
There is always another answer.
Always somewhere else you can live.
Someone else who can be your friend.
I value your opinion.
I value you as a friend.
Be safe.  Be smart.
Don’t give in.
Always keep fighting!

Heal…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about family and healing.  Cheers!

I hid from you for so long, my family.
To this day you don’t know it all.
You were by my side except for one.
One I wouldn’t trust completely.
You betrayed my trust with my doctor.
Yet I trust you now.
Yet I listened to you most.
When it was time to heal.
I still hear your words.
Now you hurt us Abigail.
Now you hurt your Mother.
It’s time to heal.
Make an effort.
Heal, Abigail, heal.

International Women’s Day.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about women.  Cheers!

Being a woman.
What does it mean?
A person of strength.
A person of dreams.
We are vulnerable and yet.
Able to withstand pain like no other.
Able to heal like no other.
Able to empathize like no other.
Yet we are victims.
Often dependent for love.  For worth.
Often mere reflections of our mate.
Stand strong.  Stand alone.
We are woman.
Independent and strong.

Family…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about family.  Cheers!

Family.  What does it mean?
A sense of belonging.
A sense of meaning.
I sit here and think of how I’ve missed your company.
Of the days when I was alone.
Now you are here.  Sharing in my joy.
Sharing in my family.
It gives me strength.
It gives me hope.
Family.
Be strong.
And love.

Love…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about love.  Remember those who are alone on Valentine’s Day.  Cheers!

Love…love…love…love.
Love of a mother or father.
Love of a friend.
Love of a lover, wanted so much.
Do I dare to invite that lust?
Do I dare to invite that need?
I stand naked before you.
I watch for that sword,
that I know will cut.
I watch for that tongue,
that can wound.
I watch…
Will I let you near?
Will I let you in?
To say no would mean
forever alone.
Wanting, needing, craving but safe!
Forever alone is too bleak.
With courage I open my eyes and search.
I look in the face of a man.
Courageous and strong.
Could it be you?  My next love?
Could it be you?

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An Ode to Echo.

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I may have written about Echo my cat recently.  Well the situation came to a head yesterday late afternoon.  Echo had had a difficult day.  He wasn’t eating, needed help to use the litter and wasn’t comfortable even in my arms.  He is 17 years old.  Old age finally caught up with him.  So I made the decision that he was suffering too much.  I took him to the vet and now he dances in meadows with my brother and Candy, my daughter’s dog.  He is free of that pain and suffering.

Echo was a character.  Strong willed and affectionate.  He was scared of dogs.  He came into my life four years ago when his previous owners were moving and couldn’t take him with them.  I adopted him so that he wouldn’t have to go to an animal shelter where he would have been put down.  He was an old black cat with eyes that didn’t match!

Echo came into my home with my cats and my dogs.  The dogs spend their time in the living area.  The kitchen, dining room and living room.  There is a dog gate.  Echo spent his time everywhere else until a year ago.  He finally got used to the dogs and spent his last year in the living area with them.  He no longer cuddled with a heating blanket.  He preferred the couch.  He no longer came to my room at night to cuddle.  He preferred being with the dogs.  Funny cat.

Then he got sick.  He was dizzy and could barely balance to walk.  It cleared up for a couple of weeks.  Then it came back worse.  He needed help to get into the litter box.  Finally he wasn’t eating, even wet food.  He was barely drinking.  On his last day he was complaining when I picked him up and not purring anymore.  His eyes seemed to be glazed and he might have been in pain.  I think it was neurological.  So I said good bye to My Echo, My Echo.  May you rest in peace.  I love you and always will.

I’ve written about Echo in my next book Abigail.  His name is Charlie in the book.  Today I will write in what happened to him.  This is my way of healing.  To write about it and to draw him.  I will post the marker drawing that I do of him with this post.  I still have to do it though.

How will this effect me?  Will it depress me?  Yes.  I am sad but I keep telling him that I gave him four good years.  It was the humane thing to do because he was suffering.  Writing about it and drawing him will help me heal.  Remembering the good times will help me heal.  Thinking of him in Heaven in a field of daisies with Candy and my brother Ray will help.  Loving him still will help me heal.

May you rest in peace My Echo, My Echo.  Old Man.  I love you and always will.

So an ode is a poem that expresses the poets feeling about someone.  In this case Echo.

Echo my Old Man.
You will always reside in my heart.
Your last day was one of suffering.
So I took the choice.
That hard choice when you were no more.
The last think you remember was my touch and my voice.
Echo, My Echo.  Do you dance with the stars?
I remember your cuddling.
You incessant demand.
You lay in my arms often as I read.
You lay in my arms before any other.
You had that special place.
As now you have a special place in my heart.
I wept for you.
Echo, My Echo.
I weep for you still.
It was time, Old Man.
It was time.
Amen.