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
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My Grandparent's Page Soon to Come!

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