Sometimes my Nose just itches deep inside 
I have to go in there and pull a bugger aside 

It’s not very pleasant for you to see
That’s why I try to hide 
That’s just between you and me

Once in a while, I see a little blood
That does turn my stomach 
It looks much like red mud

I was told not to when I was a little boy
But it brought me such great joy

So today when I Pick
I just bow my head
And try not to flick

December 10, 2021
Mark C Waldrop

Written Specially for My Friend
Stephen Mark Daniluk  K8SMD

The embalming room is a strange topic of conversation. 
Many hours of toil will bring much perspiration. 

Proficiency in training is required to accomplish such a task.
How do l make them look so lifelike? The family would ask.

There is a skill to everything I’ve been told.
The compliments of the family are worth more than gold.

With all the bad things that can come the embalmer's way,
a whole lot of patience and a little water go a long way. 

The embalmer is a combination 
surgeon and artist, I must say. 
I am working extremely hard while keeping my emotions at bay. 

It takes a particular person with a Devine calling to succeed in this field. 
After many hours of service, numerous rewards I will yield. 

I am satisfied with the accomplishments that I cannot measure.
I can only feel it in my heart, which brings great pleasure. 

October 10, 2022
Mark waldrop
Inspired by Cheryl VanAtta
Licensed Funeral Director and Embalmer, Bedford, Virginia