Since that Day when you gave your Best Cuddle That Winner you saw on your Left Eye's speak You chanted your Last Blessing; And in Huddle Breathed to him a Promise never foreseen It was your Spirit, infused into his Heart The kind where your Values gave their Best Brew And to him, Fortune's Delight would impart The Greatest Message he had since did knew I only realised once you left this Earth How my own Dad reached out and hugged me Dear I gave this back, crying for Month's own Worth Hoping you return for another Year. He needs your Cuddle again, Sir; Just because He may have missed it; A Medal at Loss.