Am I Prepared To Go?

Call in hand, taking a stand

Am I prepared to go?

No.

Acceptance letter sent, money's being spent

Hundred eight days left, not excited yet

Am I prepared to go?

No.

Found good walking shoes, scriptures are in use

Mission prep commission, leave that special 'friend' a wishin

Six-thirty a.m. arise, Ten-Thirty p.m's a time you despise

Am I prepared to go?

No. 

You've been congratulated, starting to feel elated

Fifty days are coming fast, how many days have really past?

Teach a lesson here or there, praying almost everywhere

Meet the Bishop and Stake President, now you're feeling somewhat spent

Am I prepared to go?

No.

Holding the recommend gold and white, going through the temple tonight

Look around the gorgeous room, family beaming up at you

Fifteen days are around the corner, you have your stuff all in order

Suitcases are being packed, three sets of scriptures are being stacked 

Last night in your own bed, a thousand thoughts running through your head

Am I prepared to go?

Almost.

You crawl out of bed onto the ground, and do your best not to make a sound

You bow your head and close your eyes, but in the next room your mother cries

For while you pray she prays also, to Heavenly Father whom you will follow

"Lord protect my child and let them know, that we will love them no matter where they go

Days will be hard but they'll feel our love, and know you're watching from above"

Up the next morning saying goodbyes, take one last look into your mother's eyes

You ask the question you've asked before, Mother, am I finally prepared to go?

Yes. 

This is just a little poem I came up with today. It's just to show how much our mothers' love us and will miss us, and also how much they are rooting for us.