Anger

I feel angry this morning.

Having procrastinated until the last moment,
  I now must ensure my last will and testament
  is complete so that I can show it to my children.

The child in me wants to jump up and down,
  tear into God about the insanity of this journey,
  question, challenge, denounce the reality-unfolding.

I do not want to make these judgments
  of life and death, of medical interventions,
  of division and distribution of my belongings.

I do not want to be in this place!

Angry tears burn my face.
  Fury explodes in my heart.

And still, the decisions must be made.
  For I will not give my children this task.
  I will not set upon them terrible decisions.

Quiet, witnessing, allowing...

The anger washes through my heart,
  spills upon the pages and slips away.
  Acceptance and resolve take its place.

And, so it is.