Glad Its Over

With a busted lip
a tired spirit
an aching body
a hurting soul

my son came home

after breathing football
bleeding sport
ravaging yardage and
splaying out talents
passing
receiving
tackling
blocking
defending
running
diving
intercepting

three stitches
the bloodied lip
an aching hip
sore legs
championship dreams
once again demolished
playoff pursuits
coming to an end

must admit
i am glad it is over
glad that he will no longer
give all that he has
to a program that thinks him minimal
undermines him in both the media and to future coaches
thinks nothing of his sacrifice
of his education beyond this level
of the lifelong dreams residing deep inside
of his love of the game
of his loyalty
of his ability

So, I am sorry for the loss
sorry for his busted lip
sorry for his teammates tears

But I am glad its over....