This song was inspired by my friend Jenny who was broken-hearted to realize that a book she loaned to a friend and never got back contained some early scribbles her baby boy made. Some scribbles hold important moments of our lives. This is song #22 for November 22.
SCRIBBLE
by Pam Bowen
Verse 1:
She snatches a picture book, tears in her eyes
From the book-drive box she planned to donate,
“I just can’t give that one away,” she cries,
“It has Jacky’s first crayon scribbles in it.”
CHORUS:
IT’S JUST A SCRIBBLE; THROW IT AWAY.
SCRIBBLES DON’T MEAN MUCH ANYWAY.
THAT’S NOT TRUE: THINK A LITTLE—
LOVE LIVES INSIDE THE SMALLEST SCRIBBLE.
Verse 2:
Since he had a stroke, our Grandpa can’t speak,
So we give him a pencil and pad to mark.
His scribbles and sketches we struggle to read:
Do you think that’s a coffee cup or a heart?
CHORUS
Bridge:
A marriage license in the sacristy,
Signing the escrow with a notary,
Who knew it would take so long?
Napkin lyrics to your next hit song,
Hearts in a border on a phone-call doodle—
Thank God for the gift of scribble.
CHORUS
© Pamella M. Bowen
