It was a picture she painted
She held in her arms
Corner to corner

A picture of a cat
Staring into a lonely old road

Was I the cat
   Or the road

I told her to leave it on the wall
It was a work of art
And It made everyone who saw it
Feel again

The poetry it read
Was a bouquet of words interpreted
By the imagination of each photograph

She left it on the wall

But it was more than just a decoration

Especially
If you're the road