I will write to heavens your story (iv)

*DAY 4*  

*I Will Write to Heaven Your Story (IV)*

Six hours later,  

Your family house fell into deep silence.  

Only the closest stayed  

The rest departed,  

Leaving behind your candle still burning.

Before they left,  

Your family handed out food packs--  

Tradition wrapped in grief and sorrow.  

The house grew quiet,  

your aging parents sat still—  

As quiet as your grave.

Perhaps reality settled in:  

That you are truly gone.

That they won't see you anymore.

Now, your body settled.  

Your warmth fading slowly,  

Temperature dropping  

Like air leaking from an open balloon.

Did you notice?  

Your grave began to swell—  

Like your mother’s womb once did,  

this time, not with life…  

But with your final rest.