On my way to seeing you,
I've met a small boy
who was feeling blue,
so I thought I might let him tag along,
not knowing exactly what to do.

So he came without a moment's thought,
I shared with him my own Popsicle,
to keep him cool from the summer's hot.

We then picked up,
along the way,
a little girl, who had wandered too far that day.

So naturally, I inclined to share,
the Popsicle I had saved for you,
sorry-but-not-really, because I learned her name was Claire!

The boy then spoke rather quickly,
that his name was Liam,
and my he said it proudly!

So there we were, the three of us,
all on our way to meet you,
without a fuss.
Okay the day was hot,
it burned right through my skull,
fact the matter was,
I had just given both the Popsicles.

But it was worth it,
seeing your face,
waiting for me at the doorway,
with a wide smile I could trace.

You looked at the children with such fondness too,
I wondered and asked,
what we were going to do?

"We'll share us our picnic! I've brought plenty to share,
In fact let's have our little party,
right over there!"

You said with delight,
you chased the children down the road,
your laughter so sweet,
your voice so light.

So we played the role of Mom and Dad,
and it was the best,
the best time I've ever had.

We were only kids ourselves,
we didn't even have a clue,
with what to do with these two!

So after we ate, and cleaned up the mess,
the sun was setting,
here comes the darkness.

The children were tired,
so we asked while we could,
where they called home,
so we could take them to their neighborhood.

And so they told us,
all so sleepily,
I carried one,
and you carried the other happily.

I'll never forget that night,
the night we went on our way,
feeling like proud accomplished parents,
that had a lot of fun that day.

I wouldn't know what would have happened,
had I not run into them that day,
but I wouldn't change a single thing,
as i walked along the road that way.

We dropped Liam off,
then next little Claire,
then under the pale moonlight,
we simply just stood there.

God let me live,
to see that moment one more time,
and so concludes this poem,
and so ends this rhyme.

As I must be on my way.