My Mom, Sister Kinikini!

This lovely lady is my Mama! She is currently serving a mission in Tonga, as a Family History/Genealogy Missionary. I love and miss her very much. She will be back in March, which will be great. Missionary work has been a big part of my upbringing. 8/10 have served missions in our home and my mom and dad ALWAYS had it planned that they would go on a mission when they retire, but my dad passed away, so my mom decided to go on her mission as planned. This is her 5th mission! I wrote a poem for her when she went on her very first mission to Tonga and I lost the original, but decided to take what I remember and re-write it!

WARNING: This is not as good as the original that I still feel in my heart, but it will do!

"A Missionary Mom"
At the airport terminal she watched quietly with tear filled eyes~
Trying her best to be prepared for when they would start with the goodbyes.
Her heart began to break as she offered this silent prayer~
"Father, please watch over my first born and keep her in your care."
Vika was called and then Hehea to Tonga, to serve and spread His word~
The worries of a mother disappeared with her unwavering faith in the Lord.
Then her oldest son was called to Salta, Argentina he would go~
All the anxiety she once knew, came again, but no one would ever know.
Once again, she turned to faith and prayer to help and get her through~
Comfort and peace would come easy, for she knew this work was true.
Then three were called,Carlsbad, Los Angeles and Oakland California, almost all at once~
Her heart strengthened each day with trust in the Lord and a renewed spirit of valiance.
Her youngest son was called to serve the people of Santiago, Chile~
She accepted the call to support and pray for him, this time ever more clearly.
She then faced heartache, through trial and triumph her testimony had grown~
Her unfaltering faith and her resilient hope, was yet something to be shown.
Then I was called, I seemed to be last, to go to Honduras, to serve~
And it seemed as though my dear little mother was on her very last nerve.
When to our surprise, she thoughtfully said that she had decided to go~
All the anxiety and heartache she once faced, now, we all came to know.
How she mentioned each of us by name, through sincere prayer each day~
Now her ten children have become the one's who kneel down and pray.
"Father, please watch over her, keep her safe as one in thine hand~
Bless those she comes in contact with and help them to understand
That we have entrusted her to thee, so that she may bless the life of another~
Father we pray with gratitude of heart that we can call her mother."