In Her Mother's Footsteps

IN HER MOTHER'S FOOTSTEPS

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, not thinking,
The generations linking
In a firm continuum of mind.
The bridge of immortality
I'm walking--
the voice before me echoing behind.
The Bridge by Dorothy Hallard

Copied by Florence P. Hansen from Dennis Smith's
impressive life sized bronze in Nauvoo, Illinois.

Fortunate is the child whose mother leads by good example.
Fortunate is the mother whose daughter follows her good example.