Enjoy! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "The Bridge" by Dorothy Hilliard Moffatt The way I walk I see my mother walking, The 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. +++++++++++ Cecilia Hoff Manassas Park, VA [email protected]