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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 former mental health therapist who lives in Santa Barbara, California. Mark has two poetry books, Magical Yogis and Awkward Grace available on Amazon. He has an upcoming book of fiction, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories available in August. Mark has been featured in Fiction on the Web, Wild Literary Magazine, Terror House Magazine, Trembling with Fear, Visitant, Oddball Magazine, New Readers Magazine, as well as anthologies, college journals, and podcasts.
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