The Matriarch

She stands tall, with grace and with might,

A Matriarch, a leader, shining bright.

Her days are filled with labor and care,

For her tribe, her family, she'll always be there.

But her heart aches, with the weight of the world,

The struggles, the pain, she must unfurl.

For in this role, she bears a heavy load,

The responsibilities of the young and the old.

Her strength is tested, her resolve is true,

But sometimes, in the quiet of the night, She wonders if she'll make it through.

The burden of decision, the toll it takes,

The constant demands, the many mistakes.

She must keep moving, keep marching ahead,

For the sake of her people, for the tribe she must lead.

And yet, amidst the turmoil and strife,

She finds solace in the love of her life.

Her family, her tribe, they are her home,

Her reason for living, her heart's throne.

So she stands tall, with grace and with might,

A Matriarch, a leader, shining bright.

For she knows, though life may be tough,

Her love and her strength, they are enough.