Ellen McGrath Smith

Cool Jade Water


She blithely stepped off the cliff,
dropping into the cool jade water I loved.

That was the dream, and she
was my mother. I jumped in after her

and pulled her to a rope ladder. Hold on,
I said from behind her, her frail body

dead weight against my chest.
There were so many rungs

heading up toward the sun.
Next day, the doctor tells her

her blood glucose is way too high.
At lunch after, she orders dessert.