Please help me answer the following questions about the poem. 1. What is the poem about? 2. What is Scates trying to argue or say? 3. How do you know this is her "message"? Limbo I still wore the cut-offs I'd hurried into her room wearing that morning, and, as we inched toward an off-ramp in the valley after going to the mortuary and the cemetery to make arrangements for the mass, the music and the lowering, something shimmered, hovered the way it had all day, the way a month or so ago when I'd walked into her room and awakened her, she told me her daughter had died, and I said, No, I'm still here. But she insisted because it was taking her longer and longer to come back from where she had begun to dwell, minutes later asking when were they coming for the body? My body, though she did not seem to know who I was, until finally, fully awake, she mused, I think I'm the one who is supposed to die. But I think she was right, part of me did die with her. She took the stories she still told me, what she'd told herself her whole life to get by. She was all that held them here. They surface now, break up, winged bits of light, like the floaters in my eye one evening when every time I tried to focus they sped away.