Another day will soon be over.
I am rushing to finish my remaining tasks.
Can’t wait to see my bunchies,
Crossing the lines to my virtual haven.

Longing to hear their stories for today,
Exchanging laughters and crazy giggles.
Please, can I pull the hands of time?
Anxiously waiting for my happy hour.

What a sight to see
When your children are at peace with one another.
No conflicts, no misunderstandings.
It’s what an absentee mother is expecting.

But I always lose my fight with time.
They have flown to neverland before I come.
No sweet goodnights, no butterfly kisses,
Just them, sleeping soundly under the stars.

If only I could beg to freeze
The sands of the hour glass to be with you
And savor your childhood a little bit more.
If only I could… if only…

How I wish one day,
This precious time will wait for me.
Let me gather all my belongings,
Bringing with me the fulfillment of my hopes and dreams.

Finally I can tuck them to bed
And see them grow right before my very own eyes.