Winter Walk To Mass.1965 Poem by Michael Cochrane

Winter Walk To Mass.1965

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Cold midwinter Scotland my father takes my hand in his towards the chapel. Blackshawled widows bless themselves passing the stations of the cross. Old men pray holding rosary beads heads down on the wooden pews. When it's all done we throw snowballs at each other such fun a little memory pressed into my heart.
Michael Cochrane ©

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 19 December 2021

A BEAUTIFUL memory and I hope you have more

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