Shadows of the Mind

My Hatred for Gardens

I remember in the middle of mid spring
You decided to punish me
Outside I went from weeds
Weeds that needed pulling
That if not done I would not
Return to the warmth of home
Even if it had seem to be done
It appeared to be an illusion
Because you'd raise your fist
Scream curses and hiss
An sent me out once more
I'd pull an pull
Till my fingers went numb
The clouds of gray came
Throwing lightning my way
Rain flowed the garden
Brother and I tried calling
But our calls ignored
We huddled for warmth under the porch
As the rain poured
Covered in mud we cried
Scared for our own lives
Begging to come inside
Cold an hungry
As the minutes turned to hours
Till finally our pleads were answered
We could come inside at last