Afternoons of Longing for Mom

The afternoon reminds me of my mother, when he was waiting outside with

my father to come by school bus. And when they saw me,

I would jump into their arms. Now afternoons are not the same anymore.

I don't have my parents around, empty soul. If I could buy time back,

I would buy the afternoons and jump into my mother's arms when I get

off the bus. Sell me at least one afternoon where my mother is alive.

I wanna say, "Goodbye. I love you, Mom. Bye-bye."

Sell me at least one afternoon where my mother is alive. I wanna say,