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 is a former family therapist, joke writer, and fruit huckster. He started writing poems in high school and has never stopped writing and publishing. His books include Magical Yogis, Awkward Grace, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories, Junkyard Souls, and Rain on Cabrillo. Mark and his wife ride the bike lanes in Long Beach, California, when he's not writing. See more of his work at - Crow On The Wire.
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