The shoes are stashed in cubbies,
The jackets hung on hooks.
The kids are having quite a blast -
At least that's how it looks.
The trampoline is busy
As toddlers bounce and jump
While rubber bumpers ring the gym
So no one gets a bump.
There's music from the speakers,
A breeze from all the fans
And balance beams, all with a part
In Friday morning's plans.
When caring for the grandkids,
I think of days gone by
When I would take their father
To the same class at the "Y."
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