Highway 109

Cheryl and I took a drive yesterday and while traveling we purchased a soda to drink. (What else would one do with a soda?) Anyway, our car did not have a cup holder which made me think of this picture. That inconsiderate Cheryl would not let me use "her" cup holder though.


Forgive me for not being my ususal joyful self lately. Too many things on my mind and too many things to get done. My cousin, Nila, sent me the following item and I liked it so much that I wanted to share it with all of you. I still think it would make a great country western song.

Highway 109

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 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 alright
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,
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
OnHighway 109."