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 elegies, 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 pinioned 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".
Copyright © 1999 Ruth Gillis - All Rights Reserved
(Used With Permission) Ruth's
House of Poetry
(Contributed by David who lives in Newcastle, NSW, Australia)
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