Thoughts Of Life. Poem by Michael Cochrane

I recall my mother calling me in from play unaware of her hardships, she hid from us. Tears of sadness in living each day. Walking seven miles to and from the hospital to visit my sick brother in winter's snow. A mother's love is the strongest for her children. Cleaning stairs for a pittance, in cold damp Scottish weather. Love is what she gave each one of us, and it's the greatest gift I ever received in my life.
Michael Cochrane ©