You toddled off
to find your way
Small footprints in the carpet
became boxes
packed to leave 
I now carry those
as I carried you
and a kiss on the cheek
is thankfully
still my reward
The hopes of our yesterdays
are becoming a reality
in your tomorrows
My outward pride
real as it is
is mixed 
with the sadness
of no longer seeing
your footprints on the floor.