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THE WRECK ON HIGHWAY 109 by Ruth Gillis
Posted by
PEGASUS
(VIP) 2 Jun 2004 10:15am
A Poem that Gives You Goosebumps
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 elegies,
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 pinioned 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,
in print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight
on Highway 109.
Poem by Ruth Gillis
http://home.att.net/-ruthgill/variety/the_wreck_on_highway_109.htm
My apologies to Ruth Gillis
Posted by
PEGASUS
(VIP) 24 Jun 2004 4:39pm
And congratulations on placing first with this beautiful poem. Very moving and it DOES give me goosebumps  I've read it often.
I recommend her site to anyone that has enjoyed her poem here. It's even more moving there.
Once again I apologize for using it without permission and correct title. No disrespect meant.
Indeed..
Posted by
MAB
25 Jun 2004 8:23am
This heads up gave me the opportunity to read all the poetry on Ruth Gillis' site. I hope maybe others have a chance to go there. The pictures are really nice too. She is very talented indeed.
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