tears of a ghost child

I watch them, They walk among us.
Can you see them like I can??
Can you comfort the small children?
I watch their little blue eyes fill with tears.
They can't accept that they died,
They can't accept being alone.
I wish that for just one day everyone could see them.
That they could touch them.
those poor little ones a shimmer
of what they used to be.
Eyes turned blue due to lack of life,
Tears so cold that they feel like ice on my skin.
little body's seeking the warmth of a hug
or a simple embrace.
children torn from their lives so young,
Thrown to the world forced to wait till they find solace.
forced to cry out to those they love,
lost to memories and pictures.
forgotten in all but name,
left to wander alone and heart broken.
I watch them scream at their parents,
Trying to get them to see them.
Yearning to be heard again.
some come back to see their parents
after a few years while others
come back right away,
They just want to be remembered.
they want to be held,
I can see them I can touch them I can also hear them.
they are hurting so bad,'
They are crying out to be noticed
but no one else seems to notice them but me.
I feel sorry for these children.