I believe in angels and that once a parent, always a parent.
A drunk man in an OldsmobileThey said had run the lightThat caused the six-car pileup.
When broken bodies lay aboutAnd 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 fastIn grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focusedOn where the back seat once had been,But all she saw was broken glass andTwo 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 madAnd was traveling alone,But when they turned to question her,They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wildAnd screaming above the noiseIn 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 thereAnd gave them each a cone,Then told them both to wait for MomTo 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 cameAnd left a kiss for you.
He told us not to worryAnd that you would be all right,And then he put us in this car withThe pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,Because we miss him so,But Mommy, he just hugged us tightAnd said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understandAnd told us not to fuss,And he said to tell you, Mommy,He's watching over us.The mother knew without a doubtThat what they spoke was true,For she recalled their dad's last words,I will watch over you.
The fireman's notes could not explainThe twisted, mangled car,And how the three of them escapedWithout a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribe,In print so very fine,An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.
****************He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and He asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for today?'
I responded: 'Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much.'
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