You fought so hard,
held on so long,
your courage a cloak of inspiration.
When your grip came unglued,
you fell in a blaze of glory –
only to be sucked in to subservience,
a minion in Jack Frost’s ranks,
frost-bound,
inclement icicle.
You won’t go down easy –
if warm heart could free you,
you’d walk away from this,
but winter is long and harsh,
and I know you won’t be walking away this time.
Do you hear my cheers –
do you see my salute?
I wave my flag,
hat over heart,
and let my breath freeze
in your honour…

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