The Mortician By Lori Papa What does one look like? Some stories portray A revived, aged cadaver in morning suit grey. A scrooge-like old man Whom leaves one feeling dread, For his business is busying himself with the dead. These stories all told, Tales of creepiest creeps, Speak of “diggers” who robbed those that now “rest in peace”. Is it folklore and fear that breed stories and myth? Should these be stacked away with Tales of the Crypt? I believe they have value On All Hallows Eve Or at campfire outings or for scaring some plebes. Other than that They should “rest in peace” We should Bury our Fears As we have our deceased. So, What does one look like? I’ll try to explain With all fears aside, There’s some insight to gain. For I know a Mortician He’s lived by my side. My wonderful husband with whom I abide. A compassionate man, Who knows of forgiving. For his business is busying himself with the Living. His smile will calm you and you’ll rest assured that he will support you as you must endure. He wears strength on his shoulders, Respect on his arms As he is your escort Through some of Grief’s harm.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 23:10:00 +0000
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