Father’s Day
by Lola Sofi'

In the agony of my soul, I hold
the heart of a champion,
clinging to my confidence
as with Sampson,
not understanding where and why
his strength went cold;
not comprehending
why his try and try again
became imperfect and failed
when needed the most.
Although heeding direction,
my fatherly protection couldn’t suffice.
The Agony of Defeat’s selection
chose us not them,
carving a slice
from the champion’s bosom,
leaving his underbelly exposed,
and his pride for me to console.
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