Marian Doesn'T Drive
Marian gets around just fine
Although she prefers to stay home
That's where her Heart belongs
Never much of one to roam
Church on some Sundays
The grocery store and a restaurant or two
Are the places Marian goes
But only when she has to
Marian's got her collection of spoons
From everywhere everyone else has been
And looks up those places in an atlas
Puts a little dot there with a pen
No, Marian doesn't drive
She prefers to stay home
It's where her Heart belongs
It's where she's never alone
Marian doesn't drive
Never been on a big ol' jet
But she's traveled halfway around the world
And isn't quite done yet
Marian's Faith, Love, Hope and imagination take her
Where no car or plane ever will
My Grandma is an inspiration to me
From right there in her home on top the hill
All the years of Love and Laughter
Fill Marians home with memories
And keep her company
With thoughts of her 8 sons, a daughter and their families
No, Marian doesn't drive
Never been on a big ol' jet
But when she makes her way to Heaven
It'll be without one single regret
© 2011 Kevin Stock
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