She wrote it down everyday
All the feelings, all the pain
Now it’s faded away
All the places, all the names
She tells the kids, there’s a book over there
Can you read to me
It’s hard to see
It used to say diary
They share forgotten yesterdays
Memories she saved
Spring of sixty-five, she fell in love
He was a handsome man
They married in the fall, it didn’t go as planned
She tripped on her gown, fell, and pulled him down to his knees
From there he said I’ll take thee
It’s there in her diary
The night the first baby came
How she was so afraid
He was by her side
And that’s where he stayed
His last words were I love you and pray for me
That was ninety-three
It’s in her diary
They laugh, then cry
They share her last precious day
As she slips away
They look down at the last page
And can’t believe what they see
Thanks for sharing these last few days
And giving me
One more memory
Don’t be sad, I’m with dad
Just like we used to be
We’re sharing memories
From my diary
©2010 Steven Michael Johnson (ASCAP)