Honoring a Tradition

The grandkids came to visit

So, in tribute to the past,

We honored a tradition 

That I never knew would last.

For when our kids were younger,

We would play our favorite tapes 

And we’d dance around the living room, 

The greatest of escapes.

We’d bust out all our fancy moves 

And slide across the floor,

The joy so precious, who could ever

Ask for something more?

Yet now, one grown-up kid is back

With children of his own,

So all of us kicked up our feet, 

With music from the phone.

The thrill was back as we let loose,

Our smiles both bright and wide,

As, young and old, we danced in tune

With how we felt inside.