Childhood Memories Poem by Michael Cochrane

looking back at a black and white photo of me and my mother in carmounnock park 1963, brings me sad and happy reflections, my mother is a memory which is caught for me to cherish in my middle age.She had a wonderful smile and i wish now i could step into that moment in time and tell her just what she meant to me, i know we shall meet again but the world kept turning when i lost her, nobody knew of her departing, only then i knew the space in my heart that she left.
Michael Cochrane ©