Young ghosts,
playing and laughing
never turning around.
Running,
jumping and swinging
their feet light on the ground.
They speak
as loud as they can
but the noise goes nowhere.
Don't you
listen for them;
they're too busy to care.
They wish
and want and dream
that their joy will not end.
They ask
unknown forces
to send them more friends.
We wish
our kids don't join them,
but it's still good to know
if this
tragedy strikes them
there's a happy place that they go.
