Missing You

Two years ago, we spent the day

together. We went to a museum,

bought grab bags, and

ate a picnic together.

Sometimes it feels like so

much more than two years.

Sometimes it feels like so much less

than two years.

I miss the normal things of life.

I miss the parks, museums, picnics.

I miss the kids yelling,

"Oma, Oma, watch this"

I miss you watching what they were doing.

I miss the joy on their faces as they

ran to you.

I miss the joy on your face as you saw them running

towards you.

I miss the little things. The days that were

special just because they were days

we spent together. I miss all of the days

that you won't spend with us.

I miss all of the parks that we'll visit

without you.

I miss all of the things that we'll do without you.
I wish that we could have done more.

I wish that you'd never gotten sick.

I wish the kids were saying,

"Oma guess what. Oma look at this.

Oma I love you."

I wish you were here to watch them grow up.

Mom, I miss you so much.