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 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 backseat 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 Highway109.