YOUNG ELLIE ALEXANDER, age 11, swims beneath the surface of the family’s backyard swimming pool. Blue. Bubbles. Spinning and twisting like an infection spreading, then retracting. There are two pairs of adult legs visible to us…connected to torsos that linger above the surface: her father’s and mother’s. We hear adult ELLIE ALEXANDER’s voice speaking…a blason to her father. At the climax of the poem, the young girl surfaces and she is an adult…face made stern by the task before her. She turns, twists, flips. Another lap to swim, and a story to remember: the last week of her father's life.