On the Side of the Road

A car's pulled over on the road And hidden by the door, A child lets out an urgent stream Within the traffic's roar. The parent gets him back inside, Their motions chop-chop-chop, The passersby relieved to have Avoided such a stop. We've done this for our grandson When there's been a pressing need Although, of course, anxiety Is surely guaranteed. But when his dad is with us We must detour off the road In search of a facility Containing a commode. I'm sure his way is safer Though with age, I've come to know That, especially with children, When you've gotta go - you go!