Tradition

This drink a tradition
In the car, music was played
My Aunty singing
Together we made duets
Elmo on the review mirror
Dancing and swinging around
The taste of icy slurpees was the feeling of love
Our special flavours were important
Pop ‘n’ rocks were special
Only on great occasions
After a week she’d hop on a plane
Waiting for next time
I miss her already
That cold icy slurpee
remind me of the memories that were made