Teresa Tabo Poems

My husband thinks himself a rather small man.
And, it is true he doesn’t reach six feet.
But, my heart views him differently than he can…
So, looking through my eyes here’s what I see.
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As I step outside…
The cool, fresh, morning air brushes my face.

I sniff the sweet smell of unknown flowers floating to me on the breeze
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**Note: I wrote this poem the evening of 9/11 after watching the World Trade Center Towers collapse. The President had just addressed the nation on television. And, we knew that because of the attack we were going to war.**

The Towers are still standing...
Through smoke so black and dark...
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