The Iron Lady Poem by Otis B. Kruah

Rising from the origin of saving grace,
Her smile illuminates that tender face.
Mother sings lullaby, a song to be steady
Giving her hope to run the race

Her society then moved at a snail's pace
From all the grounds to the cyberspace
In such a world to be ready
For the changes seemed in the living space

Building strong deeds in the distance space
She drives her world to run a better race
No more an enfant, but now the 'Iron Lady'
Who won the game at a faster pace

This tender baby who met her world so dark,
But to that world is now another Lark.