From My Cornucopia
The horn of plenty
on my grandparents’ table
as we sat feasting . . .
the thought of being apart
never entering our minds
though the years have fled
from my cornucopia . . .
new fruits spilling out
My cup is overflowing and
I brim with happiness because
of every blessing that I have
and every one that ever was!
Nov. 15, 2017 for the Cornucopia Contest of Kim Rodrigues
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