They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
Oh, God, don't let them die!"
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
And was travelling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
Please help me find my boys!
Their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad."
While wiping at a tear,
He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year."
Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you."
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us."
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
I will watch over you."
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight on Hwy. 109