I Miss You I'm missing you this spring, As flowers and bushes I plant; You were here to help me out, My wishes you would often grant. Sometimes sadness fills my heart, When I think of life without you; But then I remember days together, And my world is not so blue. So many trips we carefully planned, As we drank coffee on the porch; We were going to see the land, Now, I'll have to carry the torch. Your labor here on earth was finished, Your race had been run; We may have lived separately, But still we were one. This summer I will travel, I'll wish you were by my side; Our son will go with me, As in God's arms you abide. © Sandra S. Oidtman - 2010

James Edward Oidtman
December 1, 1942 - June 11, 2009