The Park

Past the bandstand,
The bird house
And bowls players,
My mother sits
On a sunny day.
Everything is
Pink, white and yellow.
I watch from my pram.
A few years later
She tells me
To be careful
As I swing as
High as I can.

By the time you
Join me on the path
The dusk has settled,
Evening has already
Fallen,
And we take solace
In the fairground
Until the night
Begins.