HIghway 109

[Teresa]

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 loosen 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 travelling 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 always 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.