Veneta Donaldson: "Little Old Lady in Blue"

Veneta Donaldson, 1986
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."


Little Old Lady in Blue
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.

Veneta Donaldson: "The Clock"

Veneta Donaldson on a cruise, c. 1980
Here she is, 30 years later, on a cruise--no more "hither and thither," but she's still having fun.


The Clock
by Veneta Donaldson

The clock controls my busy day
And slowly ticks my life away.
It hangs upon my study wall
Not caring for my plight at all.

Inexorable tyranny
That sways the hours' destiny –
And yet without that pallid face
Time still would ply its ruthless pace.


The next poem in this series can be found here The Answer.

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.