Monday, April 11, 2011

Honored

The hundredth day of the year
has no inherent meaning
to those inhabiting this sphere
incessantly careening
except for one small group that meets
to throw a celebration
with frosted and some frozen treats
to honor the creation
of someone they have taken in
among their growing family
while he proffers a sheepish grin
awash in the cacophony
of the close-knit clan they’ve formed
and his ripening heart is warmed.

4 comments:

7thour said...

Sharp & cunning. Respect.
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rch said...

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Cynthia said...

Your talent for observation and
understanding marry well with
your poetry writing ability.

More.

lucychili said...

sweet =)