In my last blog I mentioned a handwritten poem my father-in-law gave me when our first child was born. Grandpa Dahlgren has long since passed away but here’s a picture of him with our youngest child Matthew who is not so young anymore – he’s 32. I’ve had so many requests to have the poem printed in its entirety that I decided to go ahead and put it in this blog. Like I mentioned before I don’t know who wrote it because my copy indicated the author was Anonymous. Anonymous has written so many clever things through the years that I would love to meet him or her one day to give credit where credit is due. Until then I’ll just enjoy the fruits of their labor.
The Best of All
Some have bonds and some have gold
But you have a child in your arms to hold
Some have power and some have land
But you have the touch of a little hand
Some have riches and some have pride
But you have a kiss at eventide
Some have fame but you have more
The patter of feet on the bedroom floor
A dear goodnight in the darkness there
And the tender words of a little prayer
A tousled head on the bed to lay
At the ragged end of a happy day
And the light of the stars on a little face
And a darling smile that the moonbeams trace
What matter then if gold we miss
For what is gold compared to this
