Mother's Hands. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Mother's Hands.
She cleaned stairs for the rich, with hands that worked so very hard in cold Scottish winters. To give us everlasting love. To bring Christmas to little children who didn't know her struggles. She's now in heaven and never a day goes by that I don't forget her sacrifice.
Michael Cochrane ©
An endearing poem dear friend.......loved the sweet expression! Top score
Adoring the mother in such lovely and simple thoughts and deeds and words. tony
I find that all the fellow poets who made a comment on this lovely poem, are ladies, and most probably, Mothers. Don't you read something in it?
Such beautiful memories to cherish! .. And such a beautiful loving tribute to your Mother! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..++++++++++++++++
Such a lovely poem dear friend! I love to read it multiple times
This magnificent poem invites me to inhale its endless perfume time and again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Our mothers are the same