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.

by Ruth Gillis