Castlemilk Christmas Poem by Michael Cochrane

Thinking past of long ago my thoughts are one of love which my mother gave us wrapped in gifts of kindness and deep affection. She cleaned the stairs of the rich in snowy winter months to give us Christmas memories, which I remember now in middle age. She worked so hard and it was a labor of her love she fed us each day. Never can we really know what hardships she faced. She walked to East kilbride in deep snow in darkness without the bus fare to visit her very ill son, but never heard her complain as I held her hand tightly across the miles to the hospital which lay far from Hombyre rd. Yes it's only a mother's love that can endure and be cherished this Christmas and never forgotten.
Michael Cochrane ©