Loyal
Simple
Obedient
True
Honest
Yours
I am and forever will be your Sam
Whether curled at your feet, content,
before a blazing hearth after a feast,
or battling our way up a frozen mountain
with no hope, shivering on the cold rocky ground
and wondering why we ever left the Shire
or battling our way into the heart of Mordor
against all odds,
bathed in the poison gall of a giant spider
taking the ring and waiting, believing you were dead
through it all I was always by your side
that is why they will sing songs of us, immortal in memory,
tales of the brave Halfling Frodo and how he completed his noble quest
with help from his loyal servant, Sam.
When you said I couldn't accompany you to
The Grey Havens, I lost all sense of pride and
begged on bended knee
you laid a grave hand on my shoulder and said
"My dear Sam, you'll be along soon enough. You'll see."
I bid your blurred shape farewell through my flowing tears
remembering just in time
that I still can't swim.
I drown my sorrow with food,
my fears in waiting.
You said my time would come soon, Frodo,
but oh, this waiting is such agony.
I whittle listlessly at blocks of wood,
I fritter time away endlessly.
My children come and go from this porch where I bide out my time.
They are somber and solemn-faced, so unlike children.
They no longer laugh, run, and play,
their cheeks are pale from not enough sun,
dark circles have formed beneath their eyes from not enough sleep.
Their golden hair droops; their very personalities weep.
"Mama, what's the matter with Daddy?"
"Come inside, dear. Your father doesn't want you to see him like this."
I could almost weep for what I'm doing to my family, but deep inside
something is torn away, is numb, like nothing really matters anymore.
I hide my face in shame when she stands at twilight in the doorway,
watching me, lips pursed, eyes full of love and perplexity.
It's those times when I could almost go back,
but I don't know how.
I can't.
I won't.
It's going to be soon, Frodo, I hope.
I dreamed about you again last night, beckoning me to follow you across the
waters
at last to that peaceful, quiet place
where I will find my rest,
together with you,
where I will for always and forever be your Sam.
Simple
Obedient
True
Honest
Yours
I am and forever will be your Sam
Whether curled at your feet, content,
before a blazing hearth after a feast,
or battling our way up a frozen mountain
with no hope, shivering on the cold rocky ground
and wondering why we ever left the Shire
or battling our way into the heart of Mordor
against all odds,
bathed in the poison gall of a giant spider
taking the ring and waiting, believing you were dead
through it all I was always by your side
that is why they will sing songs of us, immortal in memory,
tales of the brave Halfling Frodo and how he completed his noble quest
with help from his loyal servant, Sam.
When you said I couldn't accompany you to
The Grey Havens, I lost all sense of pride and
begged on bended knee
you laid a grave hand on my shoulder and said
"My dear Sam, you'll be along soon enough. You'll see."
I bid your blurred shape farewell through my flowing tears
remembering just in time
that I still can't swim.
I drown my sorrow with food,
my fears in waiting.
You said my time would come soon, Frodo,
but oh, this waiting is such agony.
I whittle listlessly at blocks of wood,
I fritter time away endlessly.
My children come and go from this porch where I bide out my time.
They are somber and solemn-faced, so unlike children.
They no longer laugh, run, and play,
their cheeks are pale from not enough sun,
dark circles have formed beneath their eyes from not enough sleep.
Their golden hair droops; their very personalities weep.
"Mama, what's the matter with Daddy?"
"Come inside, dear. Your father doesn't want you to see him like this."
I could almost weep for what I'm doing to my family, but deep inside
something is torn away, is numb, like nothing really matters anymore.
I hide my face in shame when she stands at twilight in the doorway,
watching me, lips pursed, eyes full of love and perplexity.
It's those times when I could almost go back,
but I don't know how.
I can't.
I won't.
It's going to be soon, Frodo, I hope.
I dreamed about you again last night, beckoning me to follow you across the
waters
at last to that peaceful, quiet place
where I will find my rest,
together with you,
where I will for always and forever be your Sam.
