samson.

the ends have memories that the middle and top do not.



every section holds a piece of who he is and what he has done.



like a loyal friend, there for everything . . . .



touching the cheeks of his beautiful daughters as he kisses them goodnight

soaked by the water, touched by the sun, and blown by the wind, at home in the outdoor elements he loves so much

touched by his fingers through out the day he works so hard at

holding his scent for those close to him to remember him by



when he moves it emphasizes his way . . .

blowing around him

across his face

spread out across a pillow

so natural

adding life to even his smallest action



flowing through my fingers it is intoxicating

against my skin it is light as a feather, but reminds me he is there

my eyes watch the movement, it is so expressive of who he is

held in my hands it helps me learn him

moving in my face it lets me breathe more of him



i stand in front of him and dare delilah to cross my path . . . .

i do not know how to edit and want to note a typo in the title . . . sometimes the brain just goes out on it's own. for the record, i call this piece SAMSON, and he knows who he is:)

typo or not this is another fine read

oh and by the way...if i forgot to do it already
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