They would all know of course,
She knew. She could picture them,
Their harsh judgements;
Their stares; their polite smiles,
Their behind-the-back talk.
Unmarried mother is one thing,
But virgin mother, ah, she knew,
They’d not swallow that
Without a cough or choke or two.
Miriam sighed: just as the angel said,
Humankind is a puzzling crew.