Weed and Feed

On my day's journey Think going to a basketball tourney Stopped by sisters house It was as quiet as a mouse Out in her garden she sits Hoe claw and gloves of misfits Peddle pushers to kaboot Gotta love her for she's a hoot She kept digging at those weeds And filling the holes with new seeds I asked if she was tired of this She replyed no as she turned and twist See hoeing your garden Is like a life's pardon You might say it's like losing weight Shedding unwanted pounds you hate The hurries and worries Even if their some kind of snow flurries As we laughed and cried I felt more pride For my sister did it to me once again Helped me weed out my own garden from within