I discovered the poem below while searching for my female ancestors and have been inspired and interested in their history for a few years now; still learning about genealogy. I am a professional singer, I also write songs, poems and prose; hoping to write about our family history and ancestry so my grandchildren will understand how we are all connected.

A Bridge Across Time

She calls to me from long ago;
through sunlit skies; through drifts of snow.
In clouds that dance upon the sea, I call to her, and she to me.

So real was she. She laughed; she cried.
She loved; she lost. She lived; she died.
She hoped and dreamed; so real was she. She lived a life that I may be.

The blood through which my veins does flow
is the same as her's from long ago.
So it will be that when I'm gone in an unborn child it will flow on.

I'll live my life and when It's done
I'll live again in those to come.
For I'm a bridge from she to me; from those that were, to those to be.

Written by Darlene Caryl-Stevens
of Spokane, WA in August, 1998 about her gggrandmother, Ellen Ring

I discovered the poem below while searching for my female ancestors and have been inspired and interested in their history for a few years now; still learning about genealogy. I am a professional singer, I also write songs, poems and prose; hoping to write about our family history and ancestry so my grandchildren will understand how we are all connected.

A Bridge Across Time

She calls to me from long ago;
through sunlit skies; through drifts of snow.
In clouds that dance upon the sea, I call to her, and she to me.

So real was she. She laughed; she cried.
She loved; she lost. She lived; she died.
She hoped and dreamed; so real was she. She lived a life that I may be.

The blood through which my veins does flow
is the same as her's from long ago.
So it will be that when I'm gone in an unborn child it will flow on.

I'll live my life and when It's done
I'll live again in those to come.
For I'm a bridge from she to me; from those that were, to those to be.

Written by Darlene Caryl-Stevens
of Spokane, WA in August, 1998 about her gggrandmother, Ellen Ring