"Blow the candles, son......"

What a night...
I was all alone in silence, being stilled,
with Pure Cool's "My Funny Valentine" resounded in the air,
purple range display living room,
with candles flickering, allowing my mind to fly and fly away......

I remember being a kid, age 5
Shy, quiet, always lonely.
Most of the time I would,
hide inside my little shell and imagine,
observing my grown-ups,
what they do, what they said.

Ma was busied, baking,
cooking, washing, cleaning;
Pa was arranging the chairs,
welcoming peoples, smilling,
carrying me over his shoulder......

My little eyes wondering,
Pa, who were all these peoples?
Why you lit up all the tiny candles on the cake?
And I heard singing, you asked me,
"Blow the candles, son......"
"Blow it......"

I woke up,
I noticed the tears on my cheek.
Why am I crying?
Where am I?
It seems like just yesterday,
the celebration was held for me.
With my pa and ma,
and heard my pa said,
"Blow the candles, son......"
"Blow it......"
Written by Felix Chai 13th June 2006

Forever in my mind......
Love you, Pa......