๐’ฅโ„ด๐“Š๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š

Keyara S Trotman

ℑ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค. 

๐”ˆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ℑ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก, ℑ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ข๐”ช๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ถ. ๐”’๐”ฏ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ℑ(?)

๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ญ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฉ๐”ถ. 

ℑ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค, ℑ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฐ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข. ℑ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ถ. 

ℑ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”จ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข. 

ℑ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ. 

๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ. 

ℑ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ก๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ซ ๐”ช๐”ถ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฃ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”จ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข. 

๐”๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฐ. ๐”“๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ. 

๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“

ℑ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ฒ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ, 

๐”‡๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ, ℑ ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ท๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ. 

ℑ ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š ๐Ÿ™ˆ

๐Ÿฅ‚

๐Ÿ˜” 

"๐’œ๐“๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ" 

โ„ฐ๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐“๐“Ž 

ℑ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒโค๏ธ‍๐Ÿ”ฅ

๐ŸŒน<>๐Ÿฅ€

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น ~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ

๐’ซ๐“โ„ฏ๐’ถ๐“ˆโ„ฏ ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“‰โ„ฏ: 

๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐“๐“Ž;

Please stay, my baby boy, don't leave my side,

Your presence fills my heart with joy and pride,

I only want you here, forever to show,

My love for you, my baby boy, will always grow.

  • Author: Keyara S Trotman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 11th, 2025 03:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: Between love and another category I donโ€™t know which to choose. What do yall think? Comment etc. no matter what yall are welcomed ๐Ÿฅ‚โค๏ธ
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 5
  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    The free flow of thought in this write takes me from journaling to baby boy nicely done

    • Keyara S Trotman

      Dearest Soren, much appreciate you for taking the time to read and comment. Always welcomed and I do appreciate your words, much needed โค๏ธ

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Kiki, youโ€™ve written something deeply human here...a diary that slips into prayer. Itโ€™s fragile, loving, and brave all at once. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›

        • Keyara S Trotman

          Dearest Tristan thank you for the comment and for taking the time to share your insights ๐Ÿ’ฏโค๏ธ

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            You are most welcome, dearest Kiki!

            • Keyara S Trotman

              โค๏ธ



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