Drawn by gold and gothic things,

Vibrations when the church bell rings,

Echoed grace when a choir sings--

You nested on the sill.

Curiosities chosen with the best of earth,

Ribbon red, bluest gem, a marble for its mirth,

Wound around, this one place bound, for a baby’s birth--

Where all is calm and still.

High stands the feather while low the leaves,

Monarch angels pass where love believes,

Face closed in to thwart cruel newborn thieves--

With both claw and bill.

Pink’s jubilant blooming a glorious sight,

Held close together, protected and tight,

Until each delicate bird its heart-song takes flight--

A mother’s greatest thrill.