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Most Grown Up of All


Growing up is hard, but we often don’t have a choice

Some people try to fight it while others rejoice

I knew I was growing up. I started college in the fall

But on one faithful day, I felt the most grown up of all

It was early in the morning and all I heard were screams

I came running to a sight that I couldn’t believe

My grandma lying there, lifeless and pale

Barely words from my mom, all I heard were her wails

Who would’ve thought I’d bring her last cup of tea,

I’d be the last one she’d see, man it sure wasn’t me

At first I stood there in shock of what happened

Then I got it together, took the lead like a captain

I called 911, got my mom out the room

My sister stayed with her, tried to soften her gloom

I did what I could till the medics arrived

Then waited to see if she could be revived

When they came out the room, I feared I already knew

They did all they could but there was nothing they could do

My mother was always one to make me feel whole

But in that moment I realized we had to switch roles

I worked up the courage to tell her the hard truth

And in that moment I felt I was coming out of my youth

I stood with her crying, holding her tight with my hands

And that was a huge step in going from a boy to a man

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