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The
Actual Title of This Poem is:
'MOST OF ALL'
Written
by
David A. Olds

I
love you, Dad, for all the things
you do.
You
make me laugh when I am feeling
blue.
You
can untie the hardest knot of
all,
Although
I've tugged the lace until it's
small.

You
know the reason for 'most everything,
Like
why it rains and why bees sometime
sting,
Like
why the sun comes up and flowers
bloom,
And
why a jet creates a sonic boom.

You
are the closest friend I've
ever had.
You
share with me the times both
good and bad.
You
play those games I know you
hate to play.
And
plan a trip for me each holiday.

I
love you, Dad, for all the things
you do,
But
most of all I love you, Dad,
for you.

This page has
been revised to include
the author's name and original
title to the poem
April 16, 2006
"by
David A. Olds"
"Copyright
© 1988 David A. Olds"
Thanks to David for allowing
the use of this wonderful poem.

"A Man's children
and his garden both reflect
the
amount of weeding done during
the growing season."
The
Picture used on this page is
of My Grandfather, Ross Baird
with my own Mother, Nadine,
at his knee.
I
proudly invite you to visit
my Dad's page
In our Family Gallery at
New Anointing.com
My
Grandparent's Page Soon to Come!
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