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 ©
Adoring the mother in such lovely and simple thoughts and deeds and words. tony
An endearing poem dear friend.......loved the sweet expression! Top score
This makes me think of my grandmother which is sad, but runs back a lot of great memories. Very well written form!
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! ..++++++++++++++++
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6/21/2025 1:20:55 AM # 1.0.0
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?