Story Behind The Song

My Dad is 94. I am dealing with his memories fading. Just wanted to write about it.

Lyrics

[Verse]Sat on the porch as the sun started sinking,Old man in his rocking chair, quietly thinking.Sometimes his mind drifts like autumn leaves blowing,But when he remembers, oh, the love starts showing.
[Verse 2]He talks about fishing down by the old creek,Those summer days when the water would speak.Though names and faces fade like dusk trailing behind,The joy in his eyes tells the tales of a kinder time.
[Chorus]Daddy's memory's a patchwork quilt, worn and frayed,With each thread a story that time might fade.But when the light breaks through, and he recalls,His laughter fills our home like echoing halls.
[Verse 3]He's got a smile that's as warm as the July sun,Under his stories, a life deeply spun.We sit in the kitchen, I listen real close,Each moment he remembers, my heart overflows.
[Verse 4]Some days he looks lost in the mid-morning mist,Grasping for moments that quietly twist.But just for an instant, when clarity shines,The years in his eyes, they roll back like blinds.[Chorus]Daddy's memory's a patchwork quilt, worn and frayed,With each thread a story that time might fade.But when the light breaks through, and he recalls,His laughter fills our home like echoing halls.