Chapter 22
Golden Quiet
My loudest love is spoken without sound, in every meal I make, every tear I drown. Soft golden stillness wraps our little home, safe harbour where my children freely roam. No need for noise to prove my heart is true — this quiet light is all the warmth we need to do.
I stand tall where the air grows soft and still, sunflower head above the window sill. My loudest love is never shouted loud — just golden silence wrapped in heavy cloud. By day I bend to feed, to mend, to care, by night I turn my face where light is rare. No hand beside me when the work is done, just me and shadows waiting for the sun. My petals glow where no one stops to see, warmth for my little ones, and peace for me. In this still hour I hold our world together — golden quiet, blooming through all weather.