P-Jar

We sibs
13 or under
Are all five piled
Into a Ford station
Wagon on our summering
Trek across southern Illinois
To visit Grandma and Grandpa a
Few hours away despite the humid
Heat and Dad’s mantra no restroom
Stops until we get there with his
Solution being a p-jar an old
Coffee can and lid to use in
An emergency which my
Elder sisters felt terrible
Referring to it in terms
Pejorative but used it
Only as an absolute
Last resort until old
Enough to make a
More normative
Appeal to our
Mother who
Ended the
P-jar car
Tyranny
Method safe
Unless braking.
My father’s command
Over his shoulder to stop
Fidgeting brought the reply
I am not fidgeting I’m peeing!