Its stranger how some numbers <br />keep recurring in our lives. <br />At first, we do not notice it <br />until one day we think of them. <br />Our date of birth, houses numbers we have lived in, <br />our children’s birth date <br />and our brother or sister’s date of birth. <br />When you look at them <br />and one number seems to readily appear, <br />you begin to wonder if that number <br />has some bearing on our lives. <br />The number linked to my life is number 8. <br />I was born on the 18th, <br />in Canada the house I grew up in was 28 <br />and my sister was born on the 18th. <br />Moving to England our house number was 62. <br />When my wife and I got married, <br />our first house was 24, <br />our second house was 18 <br />and our present house number is 107. <br />My wife’s birth date is the 8th; <br />my son was born on the 17-8-71. <br />Everywhere I look the number 8 just keeps popping up. <br />Coincidence I guess you could call it, <br />or is there something else a foot. <br />I will just let you the reader to decide. <br /> <br />3 September 2009 <br /> <br />Author’s note. <br />The evening I wrote this, my wife went out, was talking to someone, and mentioned how the number 8 always appeared in our lives. <br />Coincidence?<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/numbers-18/
