Book of Memories
The Story:
My aunt Rosanna had Alzheimer's. Her sons took early retirement to care for her at home. They would take her to a wall of family pictures and explain her entire life to her all over again. “That’s a picture of you and dad. He passed away five years ago. That’s a picture of you with me when I was twelve”. That story stuck with me for years but I kept putting it off until I was a good enough writer to bring the emotions to life. (The percussion instrument playing on the track is the body of the acoustic guitar I’m building.)
Cleaning out mama’s attic when I came across
An old, tattered scrapbook at the bottom of a box
So I started thumbing through to see what it might be
And got lost in mama’s Book of Memories
Long before the mother, long before the wife
There was the girl and then the woman who had a thirst for life
Her world was full of promise and possibilities
And she put it all in her Book of Memories
We make our grand, ambitious plans
Then life gets in the way
Dreams we held so high slowly slip aside
And like memories fade away
Now every Sunday I see mama each Sunday is the same
She smiles at me sweetly but doesn’t know my name
So we pull out photo album of the family
And I explain to her what each face means
As we go through mama’s Book of Memories
My aunt Rosanna had Alzheimer's. Her sons took early retirement to care for her at home. They would take her to a wall of family pictures and explain her entire life to her all over again. “That’s a picture of you and dad. He passed away five years ago. That’s a picture of you with me when I was twelve”. That story stuck with me for years but I kept putting it off until I was a good enough writer to bring the emotions to life. (The percussion instrument playing on the track is the body of the acoustic guitar I’m building.)
Cleaning out mama’s attic when I came across
An old, tattered scrapbook at the bottom of a box
So I started thumbing through to see what it might be
And got lost in mama’s Book of Memories
Long before the mother, long before the wife
There was the girl and then the woman who had a thirst for life
Her world was full of promise and possibilities
And she put it all in her Book of Memories
We make our grand, ambitious plans
Then life gets in the way
Dreams we held so high slowly slip aside
And like memories fade away
Now every Sunday I see mama each Sunday is the same
She smiles at me sweetly but doesn’t know my name
So we pull out photo album of the family
And I explain to her what each face means
As we go through mama’s Book of Memories