Wings Of Death Poem by Jaishree Nair

Only a lovely mother can write such a heart touching poem! ....................10

So sad..... Good write.....

So touching...nice write..

Death is silent......a magic n tragic end to an eventful innings...good.

But alas! ! mama lay cold; could not rejoice in her victory bold, The trophy tarnished lay unnoticed, Silent witness to the tragedy focused. lying in peaceful rest.. you should be a very loving person to write this. thank you.

As a middle school English teacher, perhaps the poet has long been familiar with stories in which half a lifetime is compressed into a single dream. So perhaps this poem reflects her vocation.

It reminds of Washinton Irving's Story, the way decades are condensed into a single dream, but instead of awakening in a different era as Rip van Winkle did, she enters eternal slumber,

This poem chillingly compresses several decades into a woman's afternoon nap. In a proud reverie she watches her children thrive; she cherishes the blessings of marriage, Then life's dream reaches its natural conclusion. Instead of waking, she has come to the end of her days.

A poignant piece of poetry! I feel it but can't express my feelings.

Wonderful Poem..lot of content!! Keep writing...!