A Widow’s Kitchen   Leave a comment

By Beverlyanna Barthel

Did you ever wonder what it is like in a widow’s kitchen?
Probably not …
But I will tell you any way.
The  kitchen table stands right in the nook and under the windows
Where it has stood since the day  we first  moved here

Once upon a time  it  was  a warm  and cozy place
Full of life …  conversation,  a morning hug or two,  plans and of course …  food
Now  the  kitchen table  is a mere  catch all
For bills  and books and  old newspapers
And, of couse  the deafening  sound of silence
All of these will be pushed aside for a single place mat
Except for the deafening silence now …
That remains.

In morning …
The stove  has eggs… just  for one,  cooking
A single  cup is filled with tea
The toast gets ready to break the silence

The ghostly scent of cinnamon  fills the air

I think I feel  a touch
But only for a fleeting  moment

In the evening…

As the  golden sun light filters  in through  the kitchen  window
The bills, books and newspapers are pushed aside again
The sunlight  fashions dancing  memory shadows on the wall
They and  my memories are my frequent guests
They will join  me for dinner .

That’s how it is in a widow’s kitchen.

Posted July 19, 2015 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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The Dancing Wind   Leave a comment

By Beverlyanna Barthel

 By Beverlyanna Barthel

The wind is dancing  through the trees today
I can’t see it
But I know its there
I can feel it , the birds feel it too
It’s invisible… like  a persistant  thought
As real as a fine tuned memory that…

Tenderly caresses one’s very soul

Breathes life into a broken  heart
Wakes up trees and flowers and me
Yes, the wind is dancing through the trees today
I can’t see it
But I sure can feel it. 

Time to come alive again !

Posted May 25, 2015 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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Beyond the SIlence   1 comment

By Beverlyanna Barthel

In the very early hours

Before the break of day

When all is still and silent
Just before the sun pushes  moon away
I see you standing tall  and straight
Dazzling in the light

Beyond the silence …

I hear your voice in whispers
Deep within my heart
Your message is so clear

A dream, a thought,  a memory

Reality or fantasy
I never seem to know

But in the very early hours
Before the break of day
Beyond the silence is…
A place I long to go.  <3

Posted February 1, 2015 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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The Music Box   Leave a comment

By Beverlyanna Barthel

Abby spotted the old music box right away
Almost as if it was calling to her from another time
She was drawn to it
The small box was on the top shelf in the Antique Store
It seemed quite lonely there
Like it  didn’t belong
Similar to  the way Abby, herself,  felt

Alone in a crowd and out of place
Yet there it was… alone too
Covered in dust
Amid  a multitude of oddly shaped glass bottles and old  pipes

That  had a strangely familiar scent of vintage tobacco
She fell in love with this box…
Love at first sight

She had to have it
Once in her hands, she felt a strange sensation

She fondled it  in a familiar  sort of way
It seemed she had seen this box before
But when?
It looked hand carved… so special… one of a kind
Abby desperately wanted to open the box but there was no key

After a moment or  two ,  she heard a man’s voice
Here, is this the key ?
I found this key shining in the window’s light
I was searching  for something that it would unlock

Let’s try…
As soon as he turned the key…
Magic seemed to fill the room and their hearts
The music box played a familiar tune  and several old letters tumbled   out
Each one said…
To Abby , with much love, Joe,
“My name is Abby”
The man said ,”You won’t believe this  but my name is Joe.”

Posted January 26, 2015 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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It’s Time   2 comments

It’s Time
By Beverlyanna
Another glorious Autumn  has bid farewell
Each golden leaf has danced its final dance in the wind
They have  twirled joyfully in the sunshine
And sparkled  and glistened with the cool and  chilly rain
Now content, they have found their  final resting place .
Some lie sleeping peacefully  under a blanket of snow
Others piled up in stashes along the city streets
The trees look  sad  and lonely now
Their branches  empty

They seem to miss their friends … the leaves.
Halloween costumes are tucked away in the shadows of closets and drawers
Content to wait till next year.

Thanksgiving wreaths and turkeys make room for Christmas wreaths and holly
Perfect pumpkins  adorning porches
Have a more important role to play

Food for hungry  crtters now

It’s time.
When Autumn bids farewell
The world once  warm and gold will now turn  cold and white
Time keeps moving on
The Pines take center stage
It’s Winter’s time to shine.

Posted November 28, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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The Old Woman and the Park Bench   Leave a comment

By Beverly Ann Barthel

It was one of those misty, gray Autumn days
When the wind blows in spiral gusts
And the leaves appear to dance in mid air
When I first saw her

She was bent over … just a bit
She walked in measured steps…
Slowly making her way to that old park bench
I wondered if she would think I was following her
Perhaps I was…

I  decided to sit beside her 

I was silent
She seemed to be praying
Or lost in  deep thought
Hardly noticed me

When she turned, I could see  her clearly
She wore her life  on her beautiful face
Every wrinkle  a story
She wore her age like a treasured book
A book I wanted to read.

I told her I loved the Autumn
She said she did too
But today the sun wasn’t shining
It was rather gloomy… except for the dancing leaves

I told her that I loved this rusty old bench
That my husband and I used to love to pass the time together right here
She told me this bench was special to her too
She called it her memory bench

It seems many years ago
She sat with her love… right there in this very spot
It was where they met and where they said their last goodbye …the Autumn of 1944
He died on some faraway Island during World War II …. the Pacific theater
She showed me the faded initials carved on the back of the bench
That’s us.. she said with a girlish grin.

I wanted to learn more
But somehow  I just knew why she was there…
A few weeks later I went back again
I wanted to invite her to my home
I had a feeling I wouldn’t ever see her again….
I was right.
But somehow I had a feeling she was happy and young again…
Dancing with the leaves
The man she loved had returned to her. <3

Posted November 13, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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Traces…   1 comment

By Beverly Ann Barthel

Five golden autumns have passed…
I still see traces…

Golden remnants of a life long gone now

Traces are  all that’s left…

Just memories that drift randomly through time and space

And come and go with the wind…
They whirl and twirl around me

Dancing like dead, spirit leaves under a Harvest Moon

They come alive  again and again
Revived with tears

Their images live on now… captured in photographs and melodies and poems
The old flannel shirt still hangs on a hook in the hall closet

I wear it now on chilly nights  when I feel I need a hug

His favorite books are still lined up in a row collecting dust on the shelf

The  drawer in the kitchen still has tidbits of our past

Old keys and precious ephemera from another lifetime
It all seems   like a dream  to me now
Another life time
Another me …
That’s all that’s left.

Posted October 14, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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