"THE BRIDGE"
(Dorothy Hallard)
The way I walk
I see my mother walking
My feet secure
and firm upon the ground
The way I talk
I hear my daughter talking,
and hear my mother's echo
in the sound.
The way she thought
I find myself now thinking,
The generations linking.
in a firm continuum of mind.
The bridge of immortality
I'm walking,
The voice before me echoing behind.
I love and miss you Mom.............
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