Auto Stop Poem by santhana louis

she is so fast
in walking,
bathing and dressing
within minutes -
she stands in front
in neat, simple
grand unique style

she is still fast
in cooking
a variety of
palatable dishes -
ready within minutes
steaming hot
and rich in aroma -
a rare gifted touch

she is again fast
in her routine chores -
house-setting and neatness
arrangements and upkeep -
her imaginations
in presenting a tangible
wild dream house

AND

she is thus fast and...... lost
to a man whom
she believed outright
in her usual quick fire-shots
against parental out-bursts.....

now,

beyond all repairs
poor mom
is weeping in private

..............with all her fastness
ABRUPTLY STOPPED.