In Africa's embrace, under the golden sun, Reside mothers strong, where life has begun. Their grace, a river flowing, deep and wide, African mothers, in them, love's purest tide.From Sahara's dunes to the Cape of Good Hope, African mothers endure, in faith, they cope. In the rhythm of life, they stand as the beat, Guiding their children with hearts pure and sweet.In their eyes, stories of ancient tribes unfold, Wisdom passed down, more precious than gold. Through hardship and joy, their spirit shines bright, African mothers, beacons of love's guiding light.Their hands, skilled artisans, weave dreams and threads, Crafting a future where hope never weds. They sing lullabies, like the wind through the trees, African mothers, whispers carried on gentle breeze.In the heart of the savannah, or city's embrace, Their love knows no bounds, a boundless space. Through laughter and tears, they nurture and care, African mothers, for their love, none can compare.In their smiles, the sunrise over Serengeti plains, In their strength, the might of a tropical rains. In their love, the beauty of a rainbow's arch, African mothers, in their embrace, we find our march.So, let us honor these mothers, wise and kind, Their love, a treasure, an eternal bind. In Africa's embrace, their legacy will bloom, African mothers, love's eternal perfume.