Mother's Hands. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Mother's Hands.

Rating: 5.0

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 ©

LeeAnn Azzopardi 19 December 2021

Our mothers are the same

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Dr Dillip K Swain 19 December 2021

An endearing poem dear friend.......loved the sweet expression! Top score

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Dr. Antony Theodore 26 October 2021

Adoring the mother in such lovely and simple thoughts and deeds and words. tony

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Unnikrishnan E S 11 August 2021

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?

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Rebecca Navarre 26 June 2022

Such beautiful memories to cherish! .. And such a beautiful loving tribute to your Mother! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..++++++++++++++++

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Rebecca Navarre 26 June 2022

Oh! .. Written of such beautiful heart and sentiments! ..

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Michael Cochrane 27 June 2022

Many thanks for your kindness and comments God bless you

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Jayne Davies 23 April 2022

A wonderful poem. Five stars*

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Dr Dillip K Swain 01 January 2022

Such a lovely poem dear friend! I love to read it multiple times

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Dr Dillip K Swain 20 December 2021

This magnificent poem invites me to inhale its endless perfume time and again!

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