A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

  They said had run the light

  That caused the six-car pileup

  On 109 that night.

 

  When broken bodies lay about

  And blood was everywhere.

  The sirens screamed out eulogies

  For death was in the air

 

  A mother, trapped inside her car

  Was heard above the noise

  Her plaintive plea near split the air

  "Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

 

  She fought to loose her pinned hands

  She struggled to get free

  But mangled metal held her fast

  In grim captivity

 

  Her frightened eyes then focused

  On where the back seat once had been,

  But all she saw was broken glass and

  Two children's seats crushed in

 

  Her twins were nowhere to be seen

  She did not hear them cry

  And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,

  "Oh, God, don't let them die! "

  

 Then firemen came and cut her loose

 But when they searched the back

 They found therein no little boys,

 But the seat belts were intact

 

 They thought the woman had gone mad

 And was traveling alone

 But when they turned to question her

 They discovered she was gone.

 

 Policemen saw her running wild

 And screaming above the noise

 In beseeching supplication

 "Please help me find my boys!"

 

  They're four years old and wear blue shirts

  Their jeans are blue to match

  One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,

  And they don't have a scratch."

 

  "They said their daddy put them there

  And gave them each a cone

  Then told them both to wait for Mom

  To come and take them home."

 

  "I've searched the area high and low

  But I can't find their dad

  He must have fled the scene

  I guess, and that is very bad."

 

  The mother hugged the twins and said

  While wiping at a tear

  "He could not flee the scene, you see,

  For he's been dead a year."

 

  The cop just looked confused and asked

  "Now, how can that be true?"

  The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came

  And left a kiss for you."

 

  "He told us not to worry

  And that you would be all right

  And then he put us in this car with

  The pretty, flashing light."

 

  "We wanted him to stay with us

  Because we miss him so

  But Mommy, he just hugged us tight

  And said he had to go."

 

  "He said someday we'd understand

  And told us not to fuss

  And he said to tell you, Mommy

  He's watching over us."

 

  The mother knew without a doubt

  That what they spoke was true

  For she recalled their dad's last words

  "I will watch over you."

 

  The firemen's notes could not explain

  The twisted, mangled car

  And how the three of them escaped

  Without a single scar.

 

  But on the cop's report was scribed

  In print so very fine

  'An angel walked the beat tonight

  on Highway 109.'

Author Unknown