Glasgow Park

Walking through the park
On a Thursday afternoon
Seventeen past three
And the children are out of school
Wandering past the trees
In blazers just as green
There's a mother with her baby
Smoking, but her head tilted
To look away from the child
And there's another mother
But this time she's old
In a wheelchair and blanket
Being pushed by her own daughter
And there's the dog running
With his owner jogging behind
That's his family, in truth
The one he was given and kept
Here's grandparents with a pram
And a four year old behind
Helping to guide them home
Maybe they are their home
Getting to the gate now
And bicycles are mad
Ringing their way across roads
As other kids play dangerously
But there's always an eye watching
There's always the birds in the sky
There's always the wind hushing
And there's always family
Glasgow family
In her park