Box Of Lace

The house is sold, it's almost moving day,
 I'm Cleaning out things from yesterday
 Mom's in the closet with her old hope chest
 She finds the box with her wedding dress
 Worn just once and then packed away
 Safely sealed behind celophane
 While love and marriage grew and changed
 The wedding dress remained
 There's a handful of heart
 A heart full of faith
 A flicker of hope
 And a moment of grace
 There's a gentle word
 A warm embrace
 And buckets of love
 In this box of lace
 It's Saturday and the TV's on
 With old home movies from when I was young
 I look now like my mother did then
 She was so young with two children
 And my dad in his overalls
 With uncombed hair and a basketball
 My big brother is three feet tall
 Were we ever so small
 Mom understood more than I ever knew
 In thirty years she's done some changing, too
 On that afternoon I heard her say
 A marriage isn't a wedding day
 And a wedding dress isn't who you are
 You sell it now and buy a guitar
 Live your dreams and I know you'll go far
 My daughter, my star
 It's been five years since that day
 Today I'm moving into my own place
 All my records fill up my car
 My coffeemaker and my new guitar
 And an old white box fraying at the seams
 Containing silk and lace and dreams
 A winning ticket I cannot redeem
 It holds my mother's faith in me