The Sunday Memories of A Baby Boomer
Sunday Morning
A day of rituals
started with church
at St. Luke’s
where forgiven sins
remained for the rest of the week.
Then a big breakfast:
pancakes, scrambled eggs,
sizzling bacon and home fries
we ate until we almost died.
Then off to some adventure
dad would plan it out as a surprise
no matter how he tried to disguised it
It was usually a day at the theater
or at Palisades Amusement Park
in the summer a trip on the D train to Coney Island Beach
But first we’d all sit and read
the New York Journal American
Ivan grabbed the funnies or comic strips
he loved Buz Sawyer and Flash Gordon
I had dibs on the magazine that featured
a celebrity on its cover
and every week I underlined
the million dollar movie titles I wanted to watch
mom would do the weekly puzzle
cut out a recipe or two
and peeped at the fashion sections
for tips and how to’s
Dad loved the broadway quips
boxing, sports and politics
Sunday night we could not miss
the Ed Sullivan Show.
I loved Topo Gigio,
and the first time he presented the Beatles.
The show introduced us to Carmen Miranda, Jerry Lewis
and almost Bob Dylan,
who walked off the set on day in 63′.
Reality was the best it could be
all of us together building memories.
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