Blowing
She blew the candles
after she was ninety, feet on the earth, mind distorded by the counted years.
She still blew the candles with the only ones she feels as strangers.
With the ones that love her and she doesn't know.
Waiting for her dad, mum and husband, that have already gone.
Waiting for her son to find his life before she goes.
She blew her candles with many worries, she had a birthday without her parents, husband and the ones on her mind.
She didn't count the ones she was with, because her life is ibetween the steps.
She was sad blowing the candles, because she doesn't know how many steps she is going to make or how far her wings are going to fly.
The nest is made, the chicks are grown old and her partner flew to the next level.
She blew the candles surrounded by her beloved ones, instead she felt alone while she was blowing to nowhere.
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