Dear Mother,

I keep looking out the window,

wondering when I will be going home.

It's been two months 

Though it feels like it could have been longer

I must admit,

Though I guess that I am used to the distance,

The time between visits seems to be taking more of a toll

than I thought was possible

We have phones

and the internet

letters

and texts

But a simple moment together

in peace and in prayer 

I begin to wonder about the life waiting

just before me...

Will it be wonderful like I imagine it to be?

There are so many dreams that I have had

but cannot seem to piece together

Is it all that difficult as it seems?

And if the path leads me astray 

how do I find my way home?

I'm awfully prone to getting lost

without a clue

calling home because I have no idea

of what I should do

Dear Mother,

Sometimes I look to the sky

and wonder if this will all be worth it.

I imagine that it will be

but I don't want to go it alone,

so I am asking of you,

Please leave the door open 

for when I decide to come home.

Love,

Boo