" Quigley "
Sept. 13 1995
Go Gently into the long goodnite;
Know that you did not lose the battle,
You won this right
Though I cry I hold you near,
Go now my sweet thing you have nothing to fear.
And when the day comes that I too can go,
There I will meet you in the valley below
And together we will be both young and free,
Never to part part for all of eternity
So please do not forget me my little one
Wait for me their in the warmth of the sun,
To summerland one day I too will come.