(aaa) To My Lost God Son (Raymund Anthony De Torres) Poem by Edwin Alba Empestan

Go ye rest our dear Ryan amidst our tears of love for you
The pains to bear, heavy hearts to carry becomes our well wishes
So cruel and painful that you have to leave us that early
All our ceaseless ardent prayers are for your peaceful sojourn

You fought so strongly with your adversary like a Knight
But your opponent becomes a victor till you are brought to death
But all is not lost for all your goodness in your youth is with us
Our faith and true beliefs will bring you to your final home

Where you will be forever happy sans sickness and pains
What is left now is your memory for almost twenty one years
Our treasures to be forever for as long as we lived to be mortals
But the pains to us especially your parents that only time will heal

Yes certainly deaths come and go and one has to learn how to accept
It is our passage to our immortality and to be with our creator
It is certainly a beginning rather than an end to one’s mortal life
The thought of all these lessens our pains for your absence

But the pain is always there as we remember your fondness as a good son
Your absence will forever be emptiness in our heart that no one can replace
Time will only heal and lessens our burden for your absence
And will only have an end till we will see and join you in the next life