In my home there is a photo, of a face more precious than gold. And to those who love and lost you, your memory will never grow old. Today I look at your photo, at your face so loving and true. No wonder my heart is breaking mom, losing a mother like you. But each day you walk beside me, and when my life is through, I pray that God will take my hand, and lead me straight to you. I found this poem and I thought of you. Loving you two and keeping you in my prayers. Teri