Junior Jungle

Junior Jungle

Today! At South Bank!

My girl is dancing!

Her arms; tentacles of an octopus.

To the tunes of my youth:

Jungle music.

At the background men and

Women in animal costumes:

Still young at heart.

So I waited eighteen years

For my first jungle gig.

Sweating droplets of sweat

Energised by the thrill of the raw music.

My little girl is three.

She jumps up and down.

On the stage.

So do I. So does my husband.

She is our excuse

To relive our youth.

So we dance and dance

The music is like honey

Rushing in our blood.

Taking us to Terra incognito 

In the map of our souls.

We look around and watch

Other parents

Undulating to the beats of the drum

We exchange knowing glances 

With other grown ups.

We are all there reliving our youth.

We knew.

So we dance and dance

Using our children as excuses.

"Oh man! Jungle music rocks!"

Our little girl will say later!