I was warm as your body lay against me,
A precious gift from God, I named you Trinity.
Your cry—the sweetest sound—divine,
Made every ache and pain resign.
Overwhelming happiness fills my soul,
You, my child, make my spirit whole.
Softness in your skin, a dream come true,
A complexion as pink as the sun-kissed hue
Eyes that demand attention from the world
Lips, more lovely than rose petals curled
Strawberry blond hair cascades like gold,
Every gurgle, coo, a treasure to hold.
A peaceful child, a small gift from above,
Sent to us in a bundle of unconditional love.
A Child Called Trinity
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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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