An angel walked the beat on Highway 109

A poem that gives you goose bumps

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 ulogies,
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
travelling 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.

A lovely poem (as in well written, not that it's nice to think of road accidents) :)  Has given me goosebumbs!

Ooh goosebumps!

Thats so strange.. just a few nights before you posted this ii read this poem and thought about posting it on here