The Quiet Lineage
Here,
in the warm breath of morning,
A mother bends to her child.
No grand teaching—
only presence,
steady as the earth beneath them.
She shows her
how to listen,
how to carry sorrow gently,
How to hold kindness
without letting it fall.
The child,
in her small silence,
learns the old truth:
strength begins
in the soft place
where love is given
without question.
Their shadows touch,
and something eternal
passes between them—
a promise
older than words,
carried forward
one heartbeat
at a time.
The Quiet Lineage
Here,
in the warm breath of morning,
A mother bends to her child.
No grand teaching—
only presence,
steady as the earth beneath them.
She shows her
how to listen,
how to carry sorrow gently,
How to hold kindness
without letting it fall.
The child,
in her small silence,
learns the old truth:
strength begins
in the soft place
where love is given
without question.
Their shadows touch,
and something eternal
passes between them—
a promise
older than words,
carried forward
one heartbeat
at a time.
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