Honorable Mention Poem by Quênia Lalita

today, an old lady
yelled right beside me
I think she was feeling blue
and by fate or not, her dress was blue also

some people, wearing white shirts
took the old lady away
so she wouldn't bother anyone else
although, I could still overhear her yelling

all the way from my table
her voice was echoing from the corridor
but she didn't bother me
I felt something else about that whole situation

I wished I could held
that blue old lady in my arms
however, hugging strangers
is quite frown upon by societal norms, I suppose

I hope she's okay nonetheless
I hope that when she does her laundry,
she washes the blue from her dress
and from her sweet little blue soul as well.