The right to choose not to die,
\nsee cherished people leave the room,
\nhear voices fade.
\nGive me back their sound!
\nThe right to choose youth again.
\nTo think with the speed of light.
\nTo hold the little ones I adored,
\nthe blessed company of my friends.
\nMay I have the choice of life!
\nNo choice, something whispers.
\nNo choice.
\nThe anger in my soul, no choice.<\/p>\n
But I have the choice to embrace.
\nTo reach through blankets and embrace.
\nTo extend my patience to the old.
\nTo the boys and girls grown fragile,
\nsick and lonely.
\nTo fill the house with noise,
\nthe children I love,
\nretreating to the dark of other rooms,
\nand let them know they are strong
\nand will be again,
\ntoo good a vintage not to taste,
\ngrown sweet with time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The right to choose not to die, see cherished people leave the room, hear voices fade. Give me back their sound! The right to choose…<\/p>\n