When My Dawn Turns Quiet

When My Dawn Turns Quiet

I feel the hours slowing now,
Like a candle learning how to rest.
The pain has softened into silence,
And I know my breaths are growing fewer.

Mom, I think of you first.
You held me like a sunrise, even tonight.
You once said, “If life hurts, lean on my heart,”
And I did – every day, without fear.
I worry for your tears,
But I pray you find sleep without breaking.

And Papa…
To you, I was always that little girl of three,
Holding your finger to cross the road,
Hiding behind your shirt when the world was too big.
Even now, when I close my eyes,
I feel your palm on my fevered forehead –
Steady, warm, unshaken by my storms.
I know losing me will feel like
Quiet thunder inside your ribs,
But Papa, breathe slowly –
I am still holding your finger,
Just from the other side of the light.

Monu, my little brother –
He still calls me chechi with that shy smile.
I can see him holding my old storybooks,
Asking if angels really glow in white.
Tell him yes…
And tell him I finally met one.

My best friend –
your laughter stitched all my broken days
Into small, golden pockets of calm.
Do not stand too long in yesterday.
Just whisper my name when the wind softens,
and I will hear.

And him–
The boy who held my trembling hands
As if they were spun from morning light.
You will love again,
And I will not envy your new sunrise.
Just know:
Your voice was the last music my heart chose to keep.

To my beloved teacher,
The one who believed in me
Long before I knew how to believe in myself—
Do not let this goodbye dull your chalk or your hope.
Teach gently…
Someone like me is still listening.

I am not afraid anymore – only quieter,
Like rain turning into mist.

Do not mourn me too long.
I have stepped into a place.
Where beds do not ache and blood does not burn.

If someday you look back
And think of my pain,
Do not see night- see the rainbow.
That suffering was finally gone.

I loved you all,
And I am still yours-
Not gone, just resting in a softer world
Beyond the pain.