Hi guys!!! A dear friend of mine (Michael) wrote this poem for his daughter. They are beautiful words and he permitted me to share them...

Amidst the endless stream of lights, After the bustle of the days, In the bosom of night, Wrapped in white & black sheets, I look for...

You don’t need to speak before the echoes roll in here. You don’t have to get drenched to know the raindrops are beating your skin Here,...