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?

Photo credit:  John Jennings on Unsplash

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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.

We stand together…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes the last poem for her first book Martha.  Cheers!

We stand together.
I still have the demons of my past.
But with you I am stronger.
I don’t lose sight of my goal.
To stand alone against my demons!
You give me strength.
But the battle is still mine.
My inner demons want to shine.
But I stand strong.
My battle is never ending.
But I stand strong.
Your touch gives me added strength.
A peace amidst the storm.
Your touch gives me added strength.
I am alone no more.

I am honored by a miracle!

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about being a grandmother.  Cheers!

I am honored by your presence.
A child of my child!
You fill me with joy and hope.
My heart soars with love.
I cherish your soul and your spirit.
You are a miracle!
The miracle of birth!
I know the science of it.
But you are also a soul and a spirit.
Something to be cherished.
Something to be protected.
I am in awe of your perfection.
Such a tiny thing.
A life made new!
A clean slate upon which only you can write!
Welcome Erik!
I am honored by your presence.

Courage…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about courage for her book Martha.  Cheers!

I felt terror!
It pressed my head into my pillow!
I struggled to lay still.
I struggled to stay calm.
But it was all in my mind.
I read a book.
A romance.
It talked of voices.
And people believing in them.
I thought that’s what I do!
Could the voices not be real?
Are they all in my mind?
With courage I checked.
With courage I stopped listening.
With courage I dared!
It is all in my mind!
But still I fear.
Now it’s everyday things.
But the fear is less.
With courage slowly I heal!

Most liked poem in 2017…Courage.

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Meredith Gibraltar shares her most liked poem of 2017.  Thank you for liking my writing.  It gives me courage to keep on writing.  Your likes mean the world to me and warm my heart!  Thank you.  Cheers!  Happy 2018!

It takes all my courage

To face my fears.

Sometimes I just hold my breath

And do what I have to do.

Sometimes I bury that fear so deep

That I am not aware of it.

But I fear.  Daily I fear.

Now I trust in myself.

And I trust in God.

That trust runs deep.

No one is interested in me.

No one notices me.

What a relief!

It was all so real before.

But it was like a dream.

Not real.  Real is now.

Real is that no one is interested in me.

No one.  No one.

I am alone.

I will prevail…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about fear and trust.  Cheers!

I fear.
But you are with me.
I fear…but the fear is less.
The memories haunt me.
Memories of my fear.
I have feared so much in the past.
Faced my fear alone.
Now I have you.
My fear subsides.
You are strong.  You are good.
The strong and the good shall prevail.
I know this in my heart.
I stand strong beside you.
I hesitate with my weakness.
With courage I strengthen my resolve.
You are with me.  Courageous and strong.
You stand with me.
I will prevail.