All Our Yesterdays

All Our Yesterdays

He’s 83—but he knows what’s coming. He’s watched Alzheimer’s take others, so while the words still come, he turns to his wife, not out of fear but gratitude: sixty years, children’s first steps, summer rain, a life painted gold. And then a simple, devastating request—when his memories scatter, will she carry their story for both of them? “All Our Yesterdays” is a love letter written before the words disappear, and an anthem for those who hold the memories for two.

Lyrics

The morning light feels warm again
The calender says eighty-three
My mind is clear, my heart is full
And you’re still here with me

I know what’s coming down the road
I’ve watched it take the ones we love
So let me sing to you right now
Of all that I am proudest of

All our yesterdays
Every memory we made
Every moment painted gold
Before the colors fade
Every laugh and every tear
Everyone we’re blessed to grieve
All our yesterdays
Live in me and will not leave

We watched our children learn to walk
We held them when they wept
Every bedtime story told
Every promise kept

We’ve seen the world from mountain tops
We’ve danced in summer rain
I’ve loved you till it left me breathless
And I would do it all again

All our yesterdays
Gathered into one
Every morning that we woke
Shimmering in the sun

And you, the gift I wasn’t owed
The woman who still knows my heart
When all our seasons fade to white
You remain… the truest part

We were a river running free
Through valleys we were blessed to choose
Stone walls that made us who we are
A current we were born to use

And one still pond remains untroubled
Where the water learned to stay
Holding every reflection
Of our life before today

Will I know you in tomorrow?
Will I know myself?
When our story scatters like leaves in the wind
And the book falls from the shelf

Promise me you’ll keep it for me
Promise me you’ll take my hand
Walk me back through all our seasons
Help me understand

All our yesterdays
Every dawn and every dusk
Every kiss, every kindness
Everything we were and was
When tomorrow comes to claim them
Steal them from this place
All our yesterdays
Become my saving grace

So when tomorrow finaly comes
And I start to fade from view
Hold my hand and tell me stories
Of all our yesterdays with you

 

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