Okay, I'll tell you now

The Number Three
Lucky number, so they say,

I have to admit, sure seems that way,
The number closest to my heart,
The number present from the start,
It is odd… just like me,
Drum roll please, the number is… three,
Three, thirty-three to be precise,
The time I was born, isn’t that nice?
My mother arrived Nineteen thirty-three,
So what? You may say, Fiddle-dee-dee,
Well, there is more than you have heard,
And it is wonderfully absurd,
Just wait right now and you’ll agree,
Something is special about #“three”,
My husband and I, three sons we have had,
In ’88, ’91 and ’94, I might add,
These sons, though the spacing of them was real smart,
They are almost exactly three years apart,
Three sons and three years apart, yippee!
But that is not all, now listen to me,
Our first son was born three years after our marriage,
And thus began, the three-year heritage,
Since digital clocks have come into style,
I often will see 3:33 and I smile,
Sometimes it’s in daytime and sometimes it’s at night,
That’s right I wake up, and it gives me a fright.
What is it about this magical three?
I don’t know- it’s important to me.
Tammy Harvey
written: 6/28/14
I have chosen to allow my second post to answer the questions: What's the significance of 3:33 in my life? Why did I name my blog threethirtythreepoetry?