Cornucopia

In Classical Antiquity, “Cornucopia” means plenty, A symbol of abundance, nourishment overflowing; That was my Mother, a Cornucopia for many, In her lifetime of service to others, without crowing. Evelyn was many things, but "Master Chef" by definition, The magical commissioner of a welcoming kitchen; Where small talk ensued, as heat was applied, Every recipe and dish, using taste as her guide. Location mattered not, twas her home or yours, Or a campsite somewhere, Mother loved the outdoors; And the tools of her trade, simply counted far less Than the magic she used, to sooth and to bless. Like Christ on that hillside multiplying fishes and loaves, She defied earthly science, mouths fed by the droves; In volumes that satisfied even neighbors, and friends, Our pets also royalty, their palates too cleansed. Between meals our long table, was always reset, Place settings in waiting, cleansed and well prepped; ‘Cornucopia’ describes best, our dear precious Mother, Prepping meals now in Glory, for our loving Heavenly Father.