In parallel

I haven't posted any poems on here for a while. Inspiration for the following poem came from a park just around the corner from where I now live. 

In parallel 

A home for a time on each 
three streets 
ramble along inside me 
six, twenty and now 
parallel lines 
never to meet 

The six year old 
watching a kite fly
whilst shadowed by a cat 
at twenty playing soccer 
with a little brother 
and now passing through 
to meet a teenage daughter 

I meld myself 
in the middle 
of three parallel streets 
the once-green grass 
now a carpet of hearts 
and a leafless tree 
with forked branches 
reaches upwards 

In this park I am the page 

Today 
everything is different 
and nothing has changed 

            -----

The tree in the poem is no longer there at all apart from a stump. 

Here is a photo of it as it was when I wrote the poem. The only photos I have of it were taken using Hipstamatic.