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'll watch over you'
The fire men'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
'An angel walked down Highway 109
