Tradition…. such an old fashioned word

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

Although my parents are now long past

They live in my mind and through a world so crass

Their quiet influence and honourable way

Are with me each and every day

They were not traditional and were nobody’s fool

And to them tradition was not a rule.

They lived their lives to do their best

And always passed the independent test

So no tradition did they pass on

For independent thought , I was born.

This poem is to thank them verily

And for the memories I smile merrily.