Poems by Tom Schmidt

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When you were a baby,
I kept you close to me, and
watched you with worry and concern,
unsure of the world you were growing up in.

Celebrating all the milestones you reached:
your first step, your first tooth,
your first day of school.
Teaching what I could. I always cared.
And, oh yes, who’ll ever forget
that special day you made
cheerleading squad
and the many tears of joy we shared.

Your independence was born long ago
when you had to do it your way.
There was no helping you through,
as still is the case. You said,
“I’ll do it myself,” with that look on your face.
And soon after that,
your achievements took charge
Student-of-the-Month honors,
straight A’s, by-and-large.
I swelled with admiration and pride . . . still do.
While others need coaxing to get through the day,
you fueled your own fire. You
prefer it that way.

The years have dropped like petals on a rose,
memorable, but far too soon.
How they’ve flown by!
And now the milestones are greater, and
you’re almost on your own. A little girl grown
with dreams, hopes and fears
and goals to strive for in the years to come.
I sit here and see how the roots I’ve given you
have turned to wings, and the letting go
is more painful than I can admit.

You’ve unfolded like a flower in the morning sun,
each petal soft and new, you are
unique in your own right,
determined to be you, reaching for the stars.
Be true to that vision. Do your best
to go through life with heart and genuine care.
That’s all I ask
as you take flight from the nest.

For more than my daughter,
you’re a gift of light into the world I send.
I’m here if you need me.
My love always,
your father
forever your friend.