His hair jet black hair and slicked back with gel, his shiny curls in perfect place.
           The salt and pepper colored beard from stale emotions  perfectly groomed and combed together            And those hands, large but wear the scars of hard work and living life.
          His beanstalk-like physique placed him in a towering position over others he encountered.
       The darkest of black, curly hair, overburdened hands mix with the ebony and ivory beard and soaring figure. They twist and turn and spin until they create the mold, and next, the formation of a handsome man with  sorrowful, colorful eyes whom I forever call “dad”.