Superstition is a sin,
(But new shoes on a table
filled my Irish mam with dread.)
No, don’t believe in omens,
or in hexes, or a curse.
(Don’t forget to cross yourself
if you should see a hearse.)
Horoscopes are nonsense –
only God knows what’s in store.
(You can tell a man is coming
if a knife falls to the floor.)
Tea is just for drinking now,
don’t try to read the leaves.
(Folded sheets foretell a death
if there’s a diamond crease.)
Never play with Ouija boards,
not even for a lark.
(Never open up your door
if a knock’s heard after dark.)
This is the only life we’ll have –
of that, the church is sure.
(My mam told me the midwife said
that I’d been here before.)
No, we’re not superstitious –
we haven’t been for years.
(Though everybody knows that it’s
your first child gets your fears.)