A poem written by Joseph Fielding Smith to his wife Ethel

Does the Journey seem long,

The path rugged and steep?

Are there briars and thorns on the way?

Do sharp stones cut your feet

As you struggle to rise

To the heights thru the heat of the day?

Is your heart faint and sad,

Your soul weary within,

As you toil 'neath your burden of care?

Does the load forced now to lift?

Is there no one your burden to share?

Let your heart be not faint

Now the journey's begun;

There is One who still beckons to you.

So look upward in joy

And take hold of his hand;

He will lead you to heights that are new~

A land holy and pure,

Where all trouble doth end,

And your life shall be free from all sin,

Where no tears shall be shed,

For no sorrows remain.

Take his hand and with him enter in.

Joseph Fielding Smith to his wife, Ethel.

He was going to be away for a conference.

Included in his poem,

"I am thinking of you and wish I could be with you constantly 

for the next few weeks, to help take care of you"

Ethel was pregnant.

I wrote this somewhere in my study journal and included

Kaeya and Kaneeka 

at the last part.

You could copy and paste the poem and print it and put it somewhere in your room :)