It took me until I was sixty to appreciate you. It’s a shame that you had to die before I could acknowledge your impact on my life. Too bad you’re in a wooden box now in the living room, all ashes, just a spirit of burnt remains. Now that you’re dead, I can barely hear…
— Read on cabinetofheed.wordpress.com/2018/11/06/the-spirit-of-the-wooden-box-mark-tulin/
Short Story: The Spirit of the Wooden Box – Mark Tulin – The Cabinet of Heed
Crow On The Wire 
What a beautiful, loving tribute to your Mother, Mark! It stirred my heart as I think of my own Mom. I won’t let opportunities pass me by to tell her how wonderful she is in spite of her frailties. To me, that’s what this story told and your own confession to your thoughts of your Mom’s. Your Mother must be very proud of you…you’re carrying her dream to fruition with the beautiful words your weave in your poems and stories. And you’re so brave to expose yourself in this way!
I praise God that you wandered into my life, thanks to my loving, beautiful sister. She is blessed to call you “husband”, and so I am now to call you “Brother”. Love you!
Thanks for that wonderful comment, Theresa. I’m blessed to have you as a sister-in-law. Have a happy Thanksgiving. 🙂🙂
This has great meaning for me, right now…in my life, Mark. Thanks.
I’m glad it was of some help, Lorrie. 🙂
Light blessings into your heart!!
Thank you.
beautifully told, Mark, heartrending at times, an ode to your mother, clean and compassionate.
And that candle. that yahrzeit candle, a recurring motif in your work: I recommended your beautiful poem ‘Watching Candles Burn’ to a fellow blogger. I hope she has read it 🙂