Lent's painful labours yielded results,
When the now-bouyant child was found.
Still in the water, an infernal image of
Youths perfection lay drowned.

Prone to the tide,
His soft undulations suggested that by chance
His arrival had breathed new life
Into this hellish circumstance.

A fraught family on the shore,
reunited with their prodigal son.
Knowing that the time to lay him to rest
For eternity had come.

The final plans - the wake and funeral,
Will soon be underway.
To truly mark, in earth and heart,
The minors final day.

Any joy leeched from the event,
Was marred and stained with loss.
Knowing that to reconvene,
They'd paid a deathly cost

And identifying the body
Had yet to formally be done.
For some poor relative,
A haunting image of a loved one

That would reappear when you shut your eyes,
And ***** your mind with claws.
And weave into your memory
In place of what once was.

A closed coffin ensured
Only one person met that fate,
A morbid idol etched in their mind,
Surviving til this date.

The Catholic Shame surrounding
The unforgivable sin,
Fearing that God would not forgive
Or seek to welcome him in.

As for Heaven or for Hell,
I know not what will be.
But being laid to rest by familiar hands,
Is better than The Sea.