Sitting by the fireplace
With a worn out memory book
On the cover, a faded photograph
A pretty girl beside a brook
She reached up to touch her hair
With small shaking hands
It was so thin and gray now
Her memories flooded back
The little rivulet of water
They called Baby's brook
Was in the faded photograph
That her Daddy took
Oh...The pretty girl
With shining hair all curled
Was a Daughter, and then a wife
A Mommy, a Grandmother,
Not just a faded life
~~~*Chorus*~~~
Her memory book
Full of photographs
People, things, and places
Captured from the past
She feels the tears behind her frail laugh
And wished that it could last
Just one more touch
One precious look
Before she closes
Her memory book
~~*~~
He found her in the bedroom
With an old book in her hands
An envelope for each of them
Propped up on the stand
His was in the very front
Because she knew that he'd stop by
When he read the words, "My Dearest Son"
His heart broke, and he cried
There was a p.s. in the note
It said...wipe your eyes and look
All the love I've ever held for you
Is in this memory book
~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~
Her memory book
Full of photographs
People, things, and places
Captured from the past
He felt the tears behind his sad laugh
And wished that it could last
Just one more touch
One precious look
Before he closed
Her memory book
~~*~~
The service was so beautiful
Like the Lady they laid to rest
Every soul who had attended
Knew how deeply they'd been blessed
They all left the graveside
To gather at Baby's Brook
Something she'd requested
On the last page of her book
They all walked up to the big house
Each put a flower in a crystal vase
That she had left there for them
On the mantel of the fireplace
Sitting on the floor was something more
They opened up the present to look
She'd had their names, in gold, engraved
on their own memory books
~~~*3rd Chorus*~~~
Memory books
To fill with photographs
People, things, and places
Captured from the past
Everyone had tears, no one held back
Wished they could hear her laugh
Just one more touch
One precious look
As they all shared
Her memory book
~~*~~
People, things, and places
Captured from the past
She feels the tears behind her frail laugh
And wished that it could last
Just one more touch
One precious look
Before she closes
Her memory book
~~*~~
He found her in the bedroom
With an old book in her hands
An envelope for each of them
Propped up on the stand
His was in the very front
Because she knew that he'd stop by
When he read the words, "My Dearest Son"
His heart broke, and he cried
There was a p.s. in the note
It said...wipe your eyes and look
All the love I've ever held for you
Is in this memory book
~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~
Her memory book
Full of photographs
People, things, and places
Captured from the past
He felt the tears behind his sad laugh
And wished that it could last
Just one more touch
One precious look
Before he closed
Her memory book
~~*~~
The service was so beautiful
Like the Lady they laid to rest
Every soul who had attended
Knew how deeply they'd been blessed
They all left the graveside
To gather at Baby's Brook
Something she'd requested
On the last page of her book
They all walked up to the big house
Each put a flower in a crystal vase
That she had left there for them
On the mantel of the fireplace
Sitting on the floor was something more
They opened up the present to look
She'd had their names, in gold, engraved
on their own memory books
~~~*3rd Chorus*~~~
Memory books
To fill with photographs
People, things, and places
Captured from the past
Everyone had tears, no one held back
Wished they could hear her laugh
Just one more touch
One precious look
As they all shared
Her memory book
~~*~~
Teresa Lynn Johnson
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