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.