Highway 109A drunk man in an Oldsmobile they said had run the lightThat caused the six-car pileup on 109 that night. When broken bodies lay about
and blood was everywhere, A mother, trapped inside her car, was heard above the noise; She fought to loosen her pinned hands; she struggled to get free, Her frightened eyes then focused on where the back seat once had been, Her twins were nowhere to be seen; she did not hear them cry, Then firemen came and cut her loose, but when they searched the back, They thought the woman had gone mad and was traveling alone. Policemen saw her running wild and screaming above the noise They're four years old and wear blue shirts; their jeans are blue to match." They said their daddy put them there and gave them each a cone. I've searched the area high and low but I can't find their dad. The mother hugged the twins and said, while wiping at a tear, The cop just looked confused and asked,
"Now, how can that be true?" He told us not to worry and that you would be all right, We wanted him to stay with us, because we miss him so. He said someday we'd understand and told us not to fuss. The mother knew without a doubt that what they said was true, The firemen's notes could not explain the twisted, mangled car, But on the cop's report was scribed, in print so very fine, |