My folks drag me outta bed early on a Saturday,
and I hope I could just stay home, hungover alone and sleep all of the pain away
but I know that they would say no, cause we gotta go over to my grandma's place

So I groan, and doze off on the road encased in my own zone contained by my headphones till we pulled up in her driveway
I yawn, stretching out my arms
Hop out of my seat and grab our bags out of the car

Walk to the porch, Knock on the door,
Waiting for a minute maybe just a little more
While grams makes her way down to us from upstairs

Her thick glasses up on her curly white hair
A grin on her face stretched from ear to ear
So clearly overjoyed just to see that we're here

We all sat down to chat with her and her sister
Both over 90 still full of vigour
Me just thirteen with less energy

These ladies are superhuman at least that's how it seems
Always making me laugh They craft their words sharply
Cook hearty meals, with thyme sage and parsley

But being a dumb kid I appreciate it hardly
Still thinking about how I'm missing another party
Fast forward a year, now I'm fourteen

My other Grandma's eighty living healthy as the queen
Barely ever drinks, never ever smokes
Still one night outta nowhere in her bed she has a stroke

And so she has to hire a live in care giver
A lady named Milah who helps her and prepares dinner
But every Sunday, it is my job

To stay and take over while she takes the night off
Being a young fool, I think its uncool
To have responsibilities like that in High School

Still every single week, I stay without fail
And as they go by I'm maturing as a male
And I start to realize, It's kind of a nice break

From all of the silly drama that teenagers always make
My grandma's never judged me, never told me I'm ugly
Never called me a loser, never has tried to punch me

Always bigging me up, the compliments never wane
We chill on her old couch watching Singin' In The Rain
Years went by the relationship never changed,

I'm 22 now and every time its the same
My other grandma's doing well, still got it all upstairs
Fell and broke her knee and is a stuck in a wheelchair

But every time we meet that smile is still there
I gotta thank the lord she can pay for her healthcare
Cause for some people live-in care isn't in the conversation

Fact: we're lucky that it even exists as an occupation
Nowadays I see just how I silly I was for making
such cynical observations on familial obligations

When people forego their own to do somebody elses
We can be so selfish, maybe we can't help it
Speaking of our elders, a wiseman once told

"We're so busy growing up, we forget that they're growing old"
I'm glad now I know, still I wish I could rewind
And go back to those days when I needed to remind

Myself just how fast the days can fly by
So I thank my lucky stars that we still have some time.