5-12-1958 = 31

 On the 12^th of May in 1958 I came to America.

Now add up the date.

 It sums to number 31.  That’s the year I was born:

A new beginning when all’s said and done.

In the year of 1989, which sums to 9,

The Berlin Wall fell.

I made an observation. It’s a hobby of mine:

We celebrated the 31^st anniversary of my coming here in ’58

In a year I, myself, was 58

While  my husband’s age was 85.

Both our ages did contrive

To sum to that ominous number 13,

For us, though, it’s lucky and serene.

My husband’s Social Security number?

It ends in the number 5531,

55 for Jane Roberts.

Let’s all cheer and rise!

It was at the age of 55,

A master number, our Jane closed her eyes.

Then comes, of course, my 31. That’s the year I was born,

When I first saw the sun.

We now write the year of 2016

And another numinosity can be seen.

It’s the 31^st Olympiad,

Super gold medal winner, Michael Phelps, is 31.

The year is full of surprises.

On my birthday we had fun:

There were synchronicities

Of dates, events and names

More profound and memorable than idle parlor games.

  The Cubs won the World Series in 1908, which sums to 9.

Then came the long wait:

108 years, which sum to 9, until 2016, another 9,

When the Cubs once again became the champions and all was fine.

There was jumping and clapping unheard of or seen

 at the end of this World Series of 2016.

The 58^th anniversary

 of my coming here in ‘58

In this year when I am 85,

Which is the reverse of 58, hold on! Wait!

My Social Security number, you guessed it,

Begins with the number 058. Fate?

I can hardly believe it. It’s all so great!

And by the way…

The first day of Hanukkah and Christmas Eve this year?

Fall on the same day.

Ute Kaboolian