“She went to the river” flowed
out of the mouths of Babe’s
4 year old girls, “told us”—in unison,
“she would go there.” And she did
tell them

her last day would be like this. Just a body
lifted from the bed, arching over and over,
with crescent shadows appearing
on the walls, on the creamy walls. “She was

here last night, with the door open, Daddy,
she said she would go to the river—
she said to tell you she was not here—
she said it was OK to help her body die.”