David,
Thank you so much for sharing this poem with us.  I had chills while reading 
it!
I hope you are feeling better.  I am praying!
Virgie and Hoshi
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From: "David Stahl" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, May 12, 2006 9:16 PM
Subject: a poem


>A drunk man in an Oldsmobile,
> They said had run the light,
> That caused the six-car pile-up,
> 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 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,
> a print so very fine,
> "An angel walked the beat tonight,
> On Highway 109."