Nineteen a Favorite Number

Nineteen was the year that I knew everything I got married and pregnant that year. I was svelte and smart and confident. Nineteen was one of my favorite years ever. I made a lovely nineteen-year-old bride. Nineteen was the beginning of most of my favorite years. Nineteen 52, my birth year Nineteen 64, the year I turned twelve and knew I was smart Nineteen 70, the year I left my parents’ home to begin my adult life Nineteen 72 Nineteen 74 Nineteen 79 The years I had my three daughters Nineteen dogs? No one has nineteen dogs! At the same time? Yes, I did. And no, they were not from the same litter. Okay the five beagles were, but none of the others. We lived close to an animal shelter, and I love dogs. If I had a bad day I would stop by and try to not adopt another dog. It never worked. One day I brought four home. Nineteen is one of my favorite numbers. Which I did not know Until I began typing this poem. My identical twin got married on the number nineteen. She also got divorced on the number nineteen. Not the same man. Long story. Nineteen minutes later you would be begging me to stop telling it. I will not even start. I will lie here and ponder other favorite nineteens in my lives. I am sure there are at least nineteen of them.