In the cradle of dawn, where the earth meets the sky,
I feel the whispers of those who never die
ancestral echoes, a symphony high,
guiding my soul with a watchful eye
Mothers of ages, through the rivers of time,
your wisdom flows in every rhyme
through struggles and triumphs,
in grit and grime, you’ve paved my path,
sublime and prime
With hands that nurtured and hearts that knew
the secrets of life in every hue,
I give my thanks, profound and true,
to the lineage that shaped all
I pursue a love that grew
From womb to world, your strength was imbued
in every breath, your grace was renewed
a legacy of love, both fierce and shrewd
in your honor, I stand unveiled
The blood of queens, warriors, and resilience
runs through my veins, transcending ages
in your footsteps, I write my pages,
a story of power that never cages
Maternal spirits, wise and bold
in your embrace, I am consoled
with every heartbeat, your tales retold,
a legacy of fire, unbroken, untold, a strength to behold
So, I lift my voice in a gratitude song
for the lineage to which I belong
in your honor, I stand firm,
an eternal bond, unyielding, lifelong–
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