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.

       

    by:  Dorothy Hilliard Moffatt

Music:                       A Maiden's Prayer

Composer:                 Tekla Badarzewska