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 ©
This is a time, when everyone is too busy to remember even his/her mother. People remember their mothers only on the Mothers Day. But mother always remember us. Only mothers can do that.
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 a wonderful write......great to read....thank u, dear friend....
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 poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 11:38:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem full of gratitude. Mother's sacrifices can never be forgotten.