Did Joseph have to babysit Jesus
so Mary could go to her little sleepovers? She
must’ve placed a cute baby pout on her lips
and told him girls need a bit of fun. Then she’d arrive
at Elizabeth’s in her pink bunny slippers,
those fluffy ears bouncing along with her tapping
toes and stay up too late to braid hair in a train
and paint toenails a red too risqué for fingers.
Giggle and gossip to her girlfriends that God might
have a tiny crush on her.
Eileen Ellis