come gather children gather around night of december our mother found she lifted us with life and when tired she put us down a candle in each window led us back to her now fifty two babies like the ones delivered here souls brought so gently to this bright brassy world we are all newborn glassy eyed inside her softest light perfect love loves the weakest strengthens us to do whats right what makes you weary what makes you cold what makes you frightened she wants to know a touch to your hand and she knows how you feel we spend our last night with her laughing through our tears none like you the last time we saw you the last time we touched then your soul floats away like some bird in the sky like a dove perfect love