This photo shows Veneta as a girl, several years after her mother passed away. She was no stranger to sadness and tears. The following is one of her anti-war poems.
by Veneta Donaldson
At times when life has lost its vibrant charm
And weighted hours suspend themselves from days
Whose timing caters wholly to alarm,
Hysteria, and man's unlawful ways.
My heart is saddened and I vainly grope
For recollection of those happy years
When one knew nothing of the frenzied hope
Of peoples destitute, nor of their tears.
Long happy days of fruitful work and peace
Should be remembered by our chosen ones
Who strive to guide the world so wars will cease
And hands will not be trained in ways of guns.
Oh, surely they remember, pledge the young
That Peace shall speak one universal tongue!
The next poem in this series can be found here: To N.J.D. and P.C. McC.
This is part of a series of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.