The fare was a Nickel,
each for Mother and me.
To ride the Fulton Street El.
It seems like ancient history.
On to Manhattan.
Flying over Brooklyn canopies.
A view, I wondered then,
Santa Claus would see.
To visit Aunt Laura.
Elizabeth Street, “Little Italy.”
Uncle Gus, an in-law,
and Cousin Mary.
Mary played a new
recording by Tony Bennet.
The first I ever knew,
and I will never forget it.
“I know I’d go from rags to
riches …”
Ave atque vale.
©TPuma/7/21/23
