Lessons in the Quiet

It wasn’t her words that stayed with me.
It was the hush between them—
the soft rhythm of her hands parting my hair,
the gentle pull that said,
I see you. I’m here.

On rainy afternoons,
we sat in a silence
that wasn’t empty,
but full—
of love too deep for language,
of lessons I didn’t know I was learning
until the world grew louder…
and I remembered
how to find peace
in the quiet she gave me.