Veneta wrote this poem many years before she became a "little old lady in blue" herself. I believe she was thinking of her aunt with this poem, whom she visited much like I visited her in my time, and "could hardly wait to go back again."
by Veneta Donaldson
Just a little old lady in blue
With steps that falter as old steps do;
And hands that tremble when they try
The tasks remembered from days gone by.
Just a little old lady so sweet,
So like the one you used to greet
Whose home you longed to visit, then
Could hardly wait to go back again.
Just a little old lady in blue –
To some, perhaps, but not to you,
For she is Memory of a day
Never again to come your way.
The final poem in this series can be found here: And Now I Keep My Promise.
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.