I hope this explains my choice of professions a little better than I've been able to.  My mind was made up at my grandmother's funeral -- everyone there at the funeral home was so kind to us, and they were there when we needed them.  To be able to comfort someone like that and help them through their loss is an amazing thing. My family members and I will always be able to remember the good memories about my grandma now and not dwell on her passing. 

And it really hit me hard today, because it's been exactly two months since the funeral.  I lived with her the first three years of my life, she took care of me.  We knew she wasn't doing so well --it wasn't a surprize, but that didn't make it any easier.  Grandma always told me I was her little doll baby, and she'd go to her grave loving me, and that she'd watch over my from Heaven.  I know that's true, and I'm about ready to cry as I sit here in class and type this.

I'm glad we have morticians to make people whom have been sick for so long look well again on their final journey.  This is a thank you to the people who helped us in our time of need. 

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The mortician is an artist,
He takes the cold, pale dead
Dresses them in fine clothes
Fixes their hair and makeup
And gives them back their dignity.

The mortician is an artist
Consoling grief with friendly words
Telling families of that "better place"
With a friendly smile, a warm handshake
The art of relief in time of loss.

The mortician is an artist
As I aspire to do
To give someone their dignity
To comfort a grieving family
To help them with their loss

People should realize -- it's all for the families.

Wow! This is very good. The story before it was very touching also I lost my grandpa a year ago and i know it is so hard to let go but when you know they are in heaven in a happier place it gets easier and easier!

good job, i have only one thing to say and its a gramatical thing, "Dressing them fine clothes" should have an "in" in it and it would make alot more sence

This poem made me look a morticians in a completely different light. I thought they were creepy people with an infatuation with the dead. I'm really wrong...now I feel bad.

I agree with Megan. This poem does make a comparison I had never thought of and explains why you would choose such a profession. I like the repeating lines-refrain and the metaphor.