Quigley by Pointer


" 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.


DEP 1995