Dear Mom,

Today—is one—Sunday 

picked 

from — our past — 

On the bus 

There are — Mothers & Sons 

Sometimes — two, — three kids 

I keep — 

thinking of those 

Duane Reade bags — the 

laundromat — 

below — the 

furniture store 

Lenny’s 

[Remember?] 

Our upgrade — to blue ikea [We] 

Carried — Each — half — 

[together] 

Then — A sandwich,— or — lemon bar [Wow] 

the park bench! — easy — breeze [How Sweet!] 

I see — us — in Central Park

[Running] 

shadow — boxing, — phone strapped to your — arm 

It’s strange — how 

the memories — 

run 

down — our faces — when 

we — reminisce 

You are — likely halting a cry — I see you now 

It — makes me — cry 

too 

We 

understand 

[memories] 

[meaning] 

I will 

say this: 

Of — all — 

Sundays 

[these] 

I — 

cherish 

most. 

Love, 

Phanta