Dear Little Me – Lost Memories

-- Mel Morrison   Dear little me,   I fall asleep dreaming and imagine you at nine, roller skating around the rink and at twelve climbing trees high enough to reach the stars.  I imagine you at fourteen, catching fireflies on those warm summer nights. Chills awaken me. You are not real, painful lost memories...

Love Holds and Love Stands

  By Mel Morrison   My heart bleeds love as I glance at a picture frame of my love and I embraced in a kiss at precisely three-thirty three. I believe it was springtime in 2006 of May as Cam reminds me, “It was a picture of our wedding day.” With tears dripping down my...