Ties of blood

 


Not in the script or seat

She is the picture on the wall

 

Blurred memories she locked

And threw the key in the saline sea

Bridle bride blushing in twenties

Mother of three in thirties

 

A junky journey with jolts

Rhythmic rhythms to evening lullabies

Changing nappies, packing satchels and tiffin

Helping hand in quizzes, tests and fun tasks

 

Foraged herself in forsaken fate

She gave her promises the fire wings

Her lifelines on first flight to la-la-land

Boundless boundaries in wait

 

Not in the script or seat

She is the picture on the wall

 

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