Poem: Will you forget me?

Yesterday during companionship study, my companion expressed a fear she's always had about being forgotten. She said growing up in a military family, she moved around a lot and always feared her friends from city to city would forget her. Then she recounted how she pictured her leaving Heaven probably went, with her asking Heavenly Father if He would forget her, and Him reassuring her that that was impossible. 

Then I was reading in Helaman 12 about how quickly the people forgot the Lord and fell back into their own ways, and I just got thinking about how He never forgets us but we forget Him so easily sometimes. 

Then I had one of the weirdest spiritual promptings ever, where the spirit told me to write a poem. I haven't written a poem since the 8th grade, so I tried to ignore it, but for some reason it just kept coming back. And then addiritura I felt prompted to send it home. So here's a copy! It was one of the stranger personal studies I've had, but it was probably one of the most spiritual. 

Will you forget me?

The plan is set, we're all lined up 

And through the veil we'll go

To live and learn and grow and love

On our new earth down below

Millions of brothers, millions of sisters

All watching patiently 

And then there's you, near the end of the line

Over infinite heads you can see

There goes Adam! There goes Eve!

Then Abraham, Moses, now Ruth! 

One by one, they're going so fast

Now the line's starting to move 

You see them all go, they're great and they're strong 

You realize that you're just one

One little child, so small and so scared

And really, you don't know a ton

But now it's too late, it's already your turn

The line is right down to the end

He's waiting for you, to send you on down

Your father, your dad, your friend 

You stop right there, your head hanging down

At the thought of your next great task 

So you stare at the ground and quietly say

"Dad, I just have to ask 

"Where will I go? And how will I find

The path that will bring me back home?

Who is my mom and who is my dad

And siblings, will I at least have some?"

"And what if I fall? What if I fail?

Who am I even supposed to be?

And Father, one question that scares me the most

Is will you forget about me?" 

His hands take your own and He looks in your eyes,

That way that Fathers do.

"My child," he says, "I've not left you alone

The way is prepared for you."

"You'll have scriptures and prophets, bishops and priests

All there to show you the way. 

Your mother and father are already there

Waiting to teach you to play"

"You'll stumble and fall, of that I am sure

But don't fret, I have a plan.

Your elder brother has already gone 

When you can't, I promise He can."

"He knows how you'll feel, the pains you may have 

Through Him, your wrongs can be right 

And at the end of it all, my arms will be here

Waiting to hold you tight."

You look in His eyes and to your surprise 

Out comes one little tear. 

How could He cry, so perfect and great

What does he have to fear?

"What I fear, my love," knowing your thoughts,

"Is that during your new journey

You may lose track of my perfect plan 

And that YOU will forget about ME"

"With all the distractions, the news and the noise 

Your thoughts may be in disarray,

But please little one, don't forget to look up 

And please don't forget to pray."

"I'm always here waiting to help you along 

To know who you're supposed to be.

I remember you always, my precious child

Please don't forget about me"