The Silver Necklace

My mother's silver necklace
Danced across my skin.  
The gift she gave in purity  
Was all I wore in sin.  
 
The necklace passed through many hands
Before resting upon my chest.  
The women before me wore it too  
On the nights they gave their best.  
 
One day I’ll pass this necklace down  
To a daughter with shining hair.  
May it sparkle on that special night  
When she spreads her all to share.