Two has always been my only favourite,
A number that has room for pairs to plant roots.
Four sits closely; beside Two,
My birth month,
Written always behind my birth day; Two.
Seven appears in year two thousands seventeen,
Under its guidance, healing took shape in all things.
Eight is the next I picked,
Right next to Seven, it became quite a secure seat.
Twelve is when I heard callings to be on my own,
Trusting my own guts and instincts,
A new chapter unfold.
Nature wrote a song that sings about home,
Ten, Eleven and Nine randomly appeared as I made my way back home.
Time shows me I have to start my own show(s).