Highway 909 Cry

by nascar911chick   Jun 7, 2004


Highway 909 you can hear the sirens whine.
A women’s plaintiff plea rose high.
“Please oh god spare my boy!”
Her hands bound in metal she screamed for her baby.
“Oh god oh god please don’t die”.
She thrashed about screaming “answer me” still unable to hear a faint cry.
The firemen thought she gone insane no one was in the car but her.
It was all a blur.
When she was set free she started to scream “where’s my baby!”
Everyone jus stared at her.
A policeman came up to her.
“ I have your boy in the backseat of my car”
She began to cry a pitiful cry.
She ran to the car.
It didn’t seem far but she just ran a half kilometer.
She opened the door grabbed her boy sobbed a sad relieved cry.
But she looked in amazement not a single scratch nor scar on her beautiful baby boy.
The little boy said aloud “daddy was hear he told me not to be scared he was hear watching over me”
The woman couldn’t believe her ear’s her husband had died
Long before.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her baby boy.
“Daddy said he loves you and he is waiting for you no matter what don’t be scared because he is hear watching over you he said that when that soft breeze touches your skin you will feel him come back again then he kissed my cheek an sat me in the backseat.
An left me.
Again.
The policeman was amazed at a loss for words to put on his report.
He simply wrote.
An angel walked the beat that night.
On highway 909.

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