"Pattern in Lace"

I sit alone outside in the dark quiet night
the moon is rising behind the trees
in the woods outlining them
making them look like a pattern in lace
lace that would be found
decorating the neckline and cuffs of a dress
maybe a lace tablecloth
like the ones my grandmother had
I wonder if she sat alone
and watched the moon rise on a dark quiet night
I wish I had known her even a little
and watched a moon rise with her
then maybe I would understand
why she wore the lace on her dress
and dried her tears with that
same lace handkerchief
maybe then I would understand
about lace