My grandmother, Elva Bryant Allen, was my hero and my strength; I have often felt she was the only one who truly loved me unconditionally. Her home and her love were always my safe haven. Many years after she left this world, I decided to take her name. After my divorce in 2002, I asked the judge if I could take her maiden name. And today, I still proudly share this bond with my dear grandma. Years ago I wrote this poem, and I decided to share it in this blog, for this week’s challenge was about love. Continue reading “Grandma’s Cottage”
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