Where Is Time? Comments

Time, endless. But human time is limited. Cherish time!

Mother's love for her son or daughter is ethereal and eternal, it never ceases, it transcends all barriers and borders. A nice poem that I enjoyed reading.

I have a son myself, he is a great comfort to me.

The title 'Where Is Time? ' intrigues with the longing, internal wait for an 'ideal son'. This eternal love for the awaited child, this universal longing, can be expressed in many ways. One of the best mystic ways is as you have said 'The concept, time is infinite and undefined' which flows into many universal truth. Your son is fortunate to recieve such unconditional love as his blessing. Beautiful sentiments.

Hello my friend. I haven't heard from you in some time. I just thought I would dropp by and read some of your poems again. Stay in touch and I also rated some of them again!

A beautiful tribute, well written. Your som must be very proud of you. Thanks for sharing. Would you take a few moments to read my poem titled: 'Time's Better Side.' Thanks.

Stretch your few seconds of mine to the eternal bounds; Make me feel your life all around. ................................................what a glory of filial love, time yet needs bliss of moments in sharing eternal feel ever unshaken from soul of mother who mothers the child to a man of her dream yet bespeckling her joy and sorrow together to weave a dream of tomorrow, wonderful tribute from a mother to her son, and eternity seems to write the bondage in space infinite in ages and eons, beautiful write,10+++, thanks for sharing

It seems that you are committed to parenthood being your 'first-best destiny'.

an infinitum of time, leave my courage to find the eternal passion to hold the beginning of life....such lines/words create terrific evolution of what is eternal destiny of man... God bless… a 10+++

Where's time? Here and everywhere in any space... and we breathe in time with air Where's time? I cant tell you specifically where, because it with me when i read your poem But u ask again where's time? ? I told you i dont know the exact place but time with me when i smile for your poem No matter where's time Because when i smiled that's time for you Ma Rekha-Unwritten Soul

I enjoyed the way this poem interlinked and each line compares the two links. Very well done simply written, but with meaning.

This poem is a nice invitation to your son, and a wonderful question. You interpose time 'infinite and undefined' with love to your son.This two things are connected in order to let you to exert your duty as a mother to your son.Your time is 'short interval but well defined'. So you invite your son to 'Stretch your few seconds of mine to eternal bounds' to 'make me feel your life all around'.You show as that time is never enough for a mother to a enjoy her son..Cristina Teodor

I enjoy special time with my son, too.

Wow! Rekha! This is a lovely piece. Well- worded and written with a lot of love and passion. I give it a 10' as well. I am truly a fan! Thanks for sharing. I will continue to read more as long as you keep writing. You can rate some of mine if you like!

I love your poems you write for your son. they show such love only a mother could feel. if you get time please read my (will he still love me) i think you might enjoy it as it is also about love.

Ya, that precious time together with your cherished well-beloved, while time waits for none, and is fleetest when most wanted...what a fascinating contemplation, and yet another well-written tribute to an affectionate, doting mother and her precious son. The title poses the everlasting question in that love, for time is forever insufficient in that arena. Beautiful! !

a naive expression, touching. marks 10

You gave substance to intangible time. A very nice poem. I like the thought and rhyme.