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.