Watching Candles Burn, a poem written by Mark Tulin at Spillwords.com
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Watching Candles Burn

Watching Candles Burn

written by: Mark Tulin

@Crow_writer

 

I know my mother’s here
by her presence
in the white candle
that burns on the sink
in the kitchen.

I know she hovers
by the way
the red glow flickers
in the shadows.

She always loved
watching flames
of Yahrzeit candles
slowly burning wax
to the bottom of the glass.

It made her feel
not so lost
and deserted
by the family
who left her behind.

Even, now, in death,
she still needs
a white candle to burn,
to keep her spirit
from flickering out.

Mark Tulin

Mark Tulin

Mark Tulin is a retired family therapist from California. Mark’s books include Magical Yogis, Awkward Grace, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories, Junkyard Souls, and Rain on Cabrillo. He's featured in Weeds and Wildflowers, Still Point Journal, The Mindful Word, The Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Amethyst Review, Vita Brevis Press, White Enso, and other publications. He is a Pushcart nominee and a Best of Drabble. He can be found at his site: Crow On The Wire.
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