Your Father’s Son

February 27th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor
The other day, I saw your father.
It was the way you told the story.
I said, that’s what he would have said
And how he would have said it.
You said, Really?
And we laughed.

The other day, I saw your father.
His face superimposed
On your own.
And your mannerisms
Mimicked his just then.
I smiled at the similarity
And kept it to myself.

The other day, I saw your father.
You went on and on
About some political quandary
As he took the opposition.
You let him have the last word.
Just like him.

The other day, I saw your father.
Your temper got the better of you.
I heard it in your voice.
You’re not perfect.
Neither was he.

The other day, I saw your father.
In your grace and in your wisdom.
In your gratitude and in your genuine concern.
In your forgiveness (time and again)
And in your sensibilities.
In everything a father
Instills in  a son.
I love the man he’s made you.
I love your father’s son.


Edward Louis Tabor – August 21, 1928 to February 24, 2012

February 26th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor
On Friday, February 24th  2012 , Michael’s father, Edward Tabor, passed from this life. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. (We will miss you, Dad).
The rock crumbles
As the roots take hold.
It’s layers revealed
Like the rings within a tree.
Count them
One by one.
Each a sunset.
Each a storm.
So the year encircles
The life.
So the life enriches
The soul.

Soap Opera

February 20th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor



February 18th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor

The sky.

My shadow.

My thoughts.

My mood.


The question why.

The way it broods.


A dozen pigeons

With crumbs for food.



Gray with solitude.


Her hair.

Her sweater.

My mother’s eyes.


When no one’s there

To lullaby.


A hundred sheep

That flock the sky.


Gray with sleep

And dreamless, I.


Famous Couples

February 11th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor

In observance of Valentine’s Day, I thought it might be fun to make mention of some of the world’s most famous sweethearts whose names are forever entwined, and in some cases have outlasted the relationship itself. They are not listed in any specific order for who’s to say who ranks higher in the couples department? They are, however, instantly recognizable, fictional or otherwise:

Liz and Burt

Anthony and Cleopatra

Hepburn and Tracy

Bogie and Bacall

Jackie and JFK

Marilyn and JFK

Monroe and Dimaggio

George and Martha

Abe and Mary

Bill and Hillary

John and Yoko

Paul and (Lovely) Linda

Lucy and Desi

Burns and Allen

Stiller and Meara

Stevie and Lindsay

Micky and Minnie

Napolean and Josephine

Nicholas and Alexandra

Ben and Jerry (oops! not that I know of anyway)

Victoria and Albert

William and Kate (aka the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge)

Charles and Camilla (aka the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall)

Ozzy and Sharon

Ozzie and Harriet

June and Ward

Sonny and Cher

Luke and Laura

Bonnie and Clyde

Mary and Joseph

Miss Piggy and Kermit (probably a rumor)

Santa and Mrs Claus

Lois Lane and Clark Kent

Mom and Dad


The list goes on and on……Happy Hearts and Flowers Day from whadawethink’s own Michael and Magdalena.



Congratulations New York Giants! – Super Bowl Champions XLVI

February 6th, 2012 by Michael Tabor
Instead of writing about this incredible game (I’m still deliriously flying high with joy), I’m just going to open it up with 3 questions:
Was this the best Super Bowl game you have ever seen?

Who do you think is better Eli Manning or his brother Peyton Manning ?
(Keep in mind everything including the intangibles such as keeping cool under pressure, leadership, etc. not just athletic ability. Note: Eli has two rings and Peyton only has one.)
What was the key turning point or play in the game?
So WhaDaYaThink ? What do you think ?

Trees In The Forest

February 5th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor


I Love NY

February 3rd, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor

I love NY.
I love its grit and grime,
Its gutsiness,
Its grumble of affection.
I love its alley cat meanderings
Through the mews,
Its Soho-listic alternative
To self preservation,
Its guardian of gargoyles
Overlooking the masses.
I love it for its anonimity
And that anyone at any time
Can scream, “Arghhh!”
When it gets to be too much –
And it’s never out of character.
I love leaving it
And coming back
For more.