It was the hardest thing she did
She worked on it for weeks
She put her heart and soul in
The Painting

She made the image mild
With a underlying meaning
It was a captured falling star
The Painting

There were lovely blues and grays
Greens and orange hued with pink
The spectrum was to view in
The Painting

She put the final stroke and signed
The work was done; she took it up
She went to show her parents
The Painting

The smiled and patted her head
She frowned and showed and yet
They could not see their little girl in
The Painting

A tear broke loose and hurtled down
She turned away and ran like mad
The alcohol would help to burn
The Painting