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May 2017
Dear Earth,...*

Eighty seven times
 Did you circle in your dance
  With grandpa the golden sun
   Many thousand times
    Did you spin him round and round
     And your dance keeps going on
      ...
      But you dance so wild!
       Ignoring that he is tired
        And his uncountable pains...
         Let him catch his breath!
          Can’t you notice his bad cough?
            ...
           Why being so rough?
           Where’s the fun in that?
           He is dizzy now!
          Let him rest the night.
          ...
         Why not dancing slow
         Like most ladies love to do
       And let him for once
      Be the man he always was
     Let him lead the waltz!
    ...
   Why on purpose step
 On his foot and let him limp
Loosing his balance
While you continue the dance?
...
Why the need to sing
Almost scream extremely loud
Making his ears ache
 On the fringe to become deaf?
  Why not hum along
   While you dance to moonlight songs
     Like most ladies do?
      ...
      Why stealing the dance
       With his wife during their song
        But give her away
         To some strange and lonely star
          Quickly getting back
          Not letting him do some talk
          And mingle to share
          Some of his dreams with others?
          ...
          But you are selfish!
          You will keep him for yourself
         While we know that once you’re bored
       You’ll do just the same
      With him, like you’ve always done
    With others and let him go
  After he’s tired and soar
  Let another star take him
And then once he’s gone
You’ll keep going on
Looking for more fun..
Dancing with others...
...
Please...
Slow down...!
I've been living with my grandfather and aunt for more than 3 years now. While doing my graduate studies here in Iran, I chose to take care of them instead of living in the dorms (which is not a great place to live anyway).

Its always painful to see my grandpa's health deteriorate day by day, him suffering from insomnia, bad coughs, dizziness, disorientation, hearing difficulties, back pain, difficulties in walking, isolation, the loss of control in many aspects of his life, and all kinds of other pains. And on top of that, my grandmother's death to whom he was married for almost 60 years.

Sometimes, we wish that time would go slower and that it would give us a break, because the thought of loosing someone we care about, despite being inevitable, is really terrifying.
Jawad
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Jawad  40/M/Iraq
(40/M/Iraq)   
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