Rosalie Loria Baker

Mother, It was your skirt I clung to as a little girl when I was scared or shy. It was your dainty hand I held to protect me from getting lost in the crowds. It was your loving arms and soothing voice that comforted me when I was frightened. As I grew older you drove carpool, brought me to art class and many other activities. You lovingly welcomed my friends into our home. You taught me so many things and were always there for me. I love you and miss you more than I can express....