"The Matriarch"

Beneath the baobab's ancient sway,

She reigns, the keeper of the day,

Her eyes hold tales of fire and grace,

A lineage carved in every face.

Wrapped in cloth of vibrant hue,

She whispers secrets, old and true,

Her hands weave dreams in silent thread,

A legacy beyond all said,

Her legacy a song that forever played.

Through sunlit plains and starlit skies,

Her spirit soars, a boundless prize,

In every rhythm, drumbeat, and song,

Her heartbeat echoes, wise and strong.

Oh, Matriarch, pillar of time and lore,

Your strength flows from the earth's core,

In your presence, generations thrive,

In your wisdom, we learn to strive,

Lines etched with tales of love and strife.

A matriarch, keeper of our past,

Her legacy a song that forever lasts,

In her embrace, futures are sewn,

A symphony of resilience, deeply known.

Oh, African Matriarch, steadfast and true,

Your spirit guides, in all we do,

Through your grace, we find our way,

In your light, we'll always stay,

Molding futures with each passing day.

Medium: Etched metal-foil & Oil on metal