A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six car pileup
On the 401 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere
With sirens screaming eulogies
Death was surely in the air.
A mother trapped inside her car
Was heard above the noise;
Her urgent plea near split the air
Oh, God, please spare my boys!
She fought to free 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 twin boys 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!
Firemen came and cut her loose
But when they searched the back
They found therein no little boys
But the seatbelts were intact
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was in the car alone
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In pleading supplication
Please help me find my boys!
They are only four and wear blue shirts
Their jeans are blue to match
One cop spoke up: “They’re in my car,
And they don’t seem to 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 cannot find their dad
He must have fled the scene
Mom just 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
Cause 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.
Mom knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad’s last words:
I will watch over you.
The fireman’s notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car
Nor how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar
But on the cop’s report was scribed
In detail it was done
An angel walked the beat tonight on
Unknown, Psalm 57:1
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