A blushing German girl,
She walked for miles through breezes colored by
The lulls of a church *****
drawing chants from a faithful people.

Her skirts fluttered lightly,
clean and crisp like the wind,
And swishing with the cadence of her steps.

Strong steps, she passed to her daughter,
And later were received by my mother:
Generations of footsteps
Drenched in the melodies of German hymns.

I, too, walk wearing skirts of strength,
Squinting into the sunset
And our future.