Before, now, after

LARDO ADEKUNBI LILIAN

I thought you were a child
Crawling, learning to stand
Half empty glass
Circling the edge

You’re stealth, steel and still
A library of sonnets and sunsets
A tempest mismatched
A field  bursting with lilies

Winning warrior woman
Author of a celebrated state
Wingman for your soul sisters
The chiefest of stars.

Vera