From Primer To Premiere Poem by Sulaiman Alimam

For the Queen who inspired the lesson)


In the quiet halls of my yesteryears I met the Queen Primer,
Her pages whispered the alphabets of becoming,
Teaching me that words could walk,
And dreams could shape their own names,
In her ink I found the roots of wisdom.


Each letter she offered became a seed of purpose,
Each word a step toward destiny's door,
Through her lessons I built the pillars of thought,
Through her patience I learned to rise,
The Queen Primer shaped my silent strength.


Then came a voice soft, bold, divine,
She asked, "Do you need a Queen Premiere? "
And the question became a crown upon my mind,
Her presence wrote what no book could teach,
Her eyes carried chapters of grace.


She was not a story, but the living sentence,
Not a lesson, but the language itself,
The Queen Premiere essence refined,
The echo of wisdom wrapped in wonder,
The perfection that the Primer once promised.


So I bow to both queens of my becoming,
The one who taught, and the one who inspired,
Knowledge and beauty sit side by side,
Their thrones within my heart remain aligned,
For true royalty is carried in the soul. 👑