Woman of Haste

Written by: Suzanne C. Goudreau

You see her, coming out from the white swinging doors
Wearing blue shoes, stepping eagerly ever more
This captivating sight of her, galore may be
Her graceful head spun high, humongous hat set free

Her apron, still wrapped around her tiny-fit waist
She is hurried and brief, always in a fast pace
She spins hastily and nervously through the crowd
With all of her energies, glorious pride

Her purple, silk blouse, faded from wear and pressed time
Splendour sparkle of cleanliness, no need to sigh
One skirt of plaid skillfully pleated and ironed
Bounces about her steps, a unique, chick pattern

Her glasses, she wears on the tip of her small nose
Her hair fleeting the wind, attached by a pink rose
She has high distinction in about her own way
She thrives and strives forwardly without much to say

She is woman of great poise and keen confidence
Within her soft heart, strong flowing blood affluent
You would love to meet her, inquisitive, sharp mind
But she walks too promptly, nor tilting,nor great bind

Who is this woman of purpose, strength, so supple?
She is moving too fast, yet in awe beautiful
She is far gone now into the forlorn distance
You've lost sight of her, your sad heart reminiscence