On the day of your birth: Age 19


Dear Amberosity Trinity
You are my child, An angel of the sunshine. As they laid your body, soft and warm against me, the sweetest sound, the sound that made it all worthwhile, took all the pain away and replaced it with heaven, that sound was the sound of your voice. It was more beautiful a song than all the angels in heaven could ever dream of singing.


Your father, My love, He was there with us witnessing and participating in the miracle. I am sure he felt the pain as we felt the pain, but most of all the joy of your birth. That joy was more lovely than any tears of contrary. I couldn’t have done it without him. All of us, Mother Father, and you. Our daughter. We are one now. A shared union in this blessed gift of life.


My happiness is overwhelming. I will never feel quite the same again. You are everything and more than I could have ever hoped for. Your skin is of a softness I thought was only possible in the most comforting dreams. Your complexion– as pink as perfection. You have such beautiful clear eyes. Eyes that will demand attention. Your hair is a strawberry blond, that every star in the sky could envy. Your lips are more lovely than rose petals could be. Every gurgle, coo, and poutie face is a thrill to see and hear. you are the most peaceful child, a small gift from heaven.

Dearest Amberosity, I have never had the privilege of being a mother, certainly, you are a gift from God. Please be patient with me. Your father and I have been blessed. We are very grateful to have you as our child. We shall do everything in our power to show you how much we love you. Please have patience and understanding for both of us. We will do our best to provide for you and raise you to be the most you wish to be. To teach you all we know, what little we know of this universe around us. And to protect you from those things that may cause you harm.
I thank God for your presence here. My amber child. I am the luckiest woman in all of creation. I thank Kendall, your father, for his support and participation in this miracle of your birth and in the experiences to come, but most of all my blessed child, I thank you.


Love your mother


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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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