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
