If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
Where words like rivers softly flow,
And weary hearts begin to glow.
A place where strength and verse unite,
To turn the dark to healing light.
The wounded paw, the weary wing,
The whispered pain of suffering.
Here, hands bring comfort, hearts impart,
A gentle touch, a mending art.
With every breath, with every rhyme,
We dance through space, we move through time.
To heal, to love, to set souls free,
A luminous bond eternally.
Simi says... 