| QUENTIN HOLBROOK |

| FAREWELL Everyone would look As they passed by, To see if he was there. Sitting alone, day by day In his gliding rocking chair. He watched the weather, As time passed by, Would it be rain or snow? But even on the sunny days, Outside he would not go. “It will make me sick,” Was his reply When I asked him to come with me. Out on the deck, In the pretty sunshine, I knew he would never be. There’s no longer fear, He’s happy now. His smothering is no more. His reward is great, He is with the Lord On Heaven’s great wonderful shore. By: Margaret Rose Watts Holbrook, May 1, 2004 |