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All Summer on the Stoop

Dear Diary:
Dreams were born on Brooklyn stoops,
Comic books read, and friendships forged.
Secrets shared, and hopes revealed.

“Hey, Jerry, here’s six cents, go and get the Nooz and Mira.”
Crazy Ralphie told us jokes, and babes in arms were sleepy.
Someone shouts, “Hey, Babe Ruth died!”
The boys could not believe it.

A girl named Mary Pellegrino met a boy
strolling by on Graham Avenue.
His name was Maxie Witkin.
Their union produced children whose
Art is now shown in museums and galleries.
They live in fancy houses that have no stoops.
They would trade it all for only one more night
With Mom and Grandma
On a Brooklyn stoop.

~By Sara Jane Witkin Berman, June 19, 2016
Metropolitan Diary