Raffi

His groupies were in pre-school
(Or their parents, more the like).
At concerts, all his lyrics
Were sung back by every tyke.

We listened to his records
(Way back then, on small cassettes).
When our kids would clap along
That was as good as music gets.

Now 30-plus years later
With our grandson (just past 2),
We watch a younger Raffi
And his power still shines through.

For with YouTube on the iPhone
There’s his presence in our laps
And as Henry watches, mesmerized,
It makes me feel, perhaps…

Somehow time is at a standstill.
What was new once still feels fresh,
Though in truth I’ve no idea today
How Raffi’s in the flesh.