Out Of The Mouth Of Babes Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

It ended
with each fighting off a smile.
Although relieved,
not knowing what to say,
back in their cars
both quickly drove away,
embarrassed,
grateful for each passing mile.
It started
with two bumpers in one place.
My friend was heading homeward
after lunch.
The car ahead had stopped.
Then came the crunch.
Each righteous stood there
yelling face to face.
My friend had been
familiar with the law,
the wrong way.
Worse he saw a little kid inside.
Their blood was hot.
Their nerves were raw.
He couldn't end this
as he always did.
When from the car seat,
louder than a slap,
the toddler shouted,
'Someone needs a nap! '