Murphy's Law

Today’s’ another day unlike yesterday I am told. But each one is unique in the troubles that it holds. To solve all my problems I call on all those good old Patron Saints. The Catholic Church has Patron Saints I can pray to for everything. As I get up each morning I pray to St. Martha the protector of housewives. I need St. Christopher while going to the door, to safely find my way. Then St. Camilla is handy if I trip and fall getting there, needing aide. And when I write my poems its St. Cecelia to whom for words I pray. As my children leave for school its St. Pancras to get them there and home safe. And when they give me a headache I ask St. Dennis to make it go away. I pray to St Ambrose as my learned children bring report cards home from school. And as my children’s music gets loud its St. Cecelia I beg to change it into something good. When in trouble my kids like St. Gerard since they were falsely accused. And with any time out, I send St. Hippolytus to guard their prison room. Each month as I pay the rent it’s to St. Margaret I look… so as not to be homeless soon. And when I face my crazy neighbor… its St. Eustace to calm me down, it’s true. When the dogs misbehave… I ask St. Roch to stop them just once more. And when I’ve had a bad day its St Dymphna I ask… why I shouldn’t run away. I’m not Catholic but I like to hedge my bets you see… I wouldn’t need any of these saints if just one wasn’t my best friend… truly. St. Murphy from Murphy’s Law sits upon my shoulder each and every day. He keeps telling me not to worry… if it can go wrong it will go wrong any way. He’s my Patron Saint who loves me intensely… most of all! And I can see why the Catholic Church won’t claim him… no… not at all. Written 4-20-2011