The Bridge
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.
by Dorothy Hilliard Moffatt
Dorothy Hilda Hilliard Moffatt was born on 8 January 1907 in England. She was married to Orlando Cameron Moffatt. She became a poet. Her books include, “Time for Remembrance: Selected Poems” (October 1994) and “Too Many Apples” (1995). Dorothy Hilda Hilliard Moffatt passed on at 93 years of age on 28 April 2000 in the United States of America.
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.
by Dorothy Hilliard Moffatt
Dorothy Hilda Hilliard Moffatt was born on 8 January 1907 in England. She was married to Orlando Cameron Moffatt. She became a poet. Her books include, “Time for Remembrance: Selected Poems” (October 1994) and “Too Many Apples” (1995). Dorothy Hilda Hilliard Moffatt passed on at 93 years of age on 28 April 2000 in the United States of America.
